Moments In Time

Chapter 6

They were laying in bed, covered in sweat, and trying to breath. Tig had all the pillows propped up behind him effectively putting him in a slanted sitting position. She was laying on her back with her head on his stomach looking up at him while she told him all about her "first time". He found the whole tale incredibly funny, which got her laughing as well. This wasn't like Tig. He didn't usually stay awake after sex much less chat with the girl.

Her stories of her own sexcapades were quite entertaining to him and he was actually enjoying the conversation. Sometime later he slipped into his jeans to go grab them some drinks from the vending machine. While he was gone, she took the opportunity to tidy up a bit. She gathered her clothes and threw them onto her suitcase. She placed his clothes, and boots, on the lone chair in the room.

He quickly returned, actually wanting to get back to her, and handed her the soda he'd brought. They got settled back in their previous positions and continued their little chat about their sexploits. Despite her age, he found her quite interesting. She found him very attractive and even though she didn't have much experience with a motorcycle club member, she thought she'd stick around just a little longer to see where all this little tryst would take her. They talked so long the sun was rising when he checked his phone for the time.

"Holy shit, I gotta be at work in about 2 hours!" He exclaimed, humor in his voice

"Oh damn, is it really that late....er.... I mean early?!" She questioned, quite surprised they had talked that long

"Yeah." He chuckled at her expression

She stretched, arching her back, and yawned a bit. The great sex and her illness were really starting to get to her. He watched her as leaned over to the bedside table and got 3 pills from 3 different bottles. She downed them all with a big gulp of her soda. Seeing him watching her made her blush slightly although she didn't know why. They'd had sex and were just lounging on her bed all naked. He could see her getting sleepier and sleepier and had to smile.

"Hey, when I leave I'm gonna get a key to your room. I'll come pick you up when I get off work." He quietly stated, brushing some hair behind her ear

"Ok. Feel free to come by anytime. I'll probably stay in bed most of the day." She replied, voice getting quieter

He slid out from under her, which made her pout, so he could get dressed. She scooted around so she could watch him through her sleep-heavy eyes. He was quite attractive and she loved his tattoos. And his wild, curly hair! When he finished dressing, he smiled at her and told her he'd see her later. She gave a half-smile back as she watched him exit her hotel room. When she heard the 'click' of the door, she finally allowed herself to succumb to sleep.

Tig quietly left and headed straight to the shop. He didn't mind hanging out with her. She was fun. And kind of cute. On top of being damn good in bed. As he was parking his bike, Gemma pulled in. She looked at him with one of those 'Gemma' looks. He knew she'd be questioning him as to his whereabouts and why he was wearing what he had on yesterday. Before she had time to walk over to him, he headed straight into the clubhouse to get a quick shower and change.

He would be working in the shop all day as there wasn't much "club business" going on at the moment. As he washed up, his mind drifted to her very naked body covered in sweat and screaming out his name. He couldn't help but grin. Somewhere deep in him he made the decision he wanted to keep seeing her. Even if he did try to keep her from the rest of his club!

He got to work immediately, not bothering to say anything to anyone. Juice was up already with Bobby yammering on about something that didn't interest him. He was busy working on a very stubborn transmission when the heels of Gemma's shoes could be heard walking towards his station. She asked him to escort her to get lunch so he stood up, wiping his hands on his work pants. They were waiting for their large order to be ready when she finally brought it up.

"Where were you last night?" She questioned

"Who are you, my mother?" He retorted, not liking being treated like a teenager

"Because you left early yesterday then came in after sunrise with the same clothes you had on yesterday." She exclaimed

"Well, MOTHER, I was out doing guy stuff.... with my dick." He huffed

She turned his face towards her with her hand, "Call me 'mother' again and I'll have you crying in front of the entire club, not limited to and including, the Tacoma charter. Now, what were you really doing?"

"I was out. I just didn't make it back to the clubhouse last night, ok?" He replied, getting angry

"I'm worried about you, Tig. I'm worried about all of you. Your behavior isn't normal. You don't usually leave early, I've never known you to read anything other than a porn mag and you asked about book stores the other day. Talk to me!" She exclaimed, voice rising

"Gemma, I'm asking you as a friend, to let it go. I'm fine, I promise." He quickly retorted

"Tigger, this isn't like you. Tell me what's going on." Gemma forcefully stated

She watched as Tig sigh then ran his hand through his hair.

"I went to get lunch the other day and some strange woman had paid for it all. When I confronted her about it, I somehow wound up asking her out to dinner." Tig stated uneasily

Gemma cocked her eyebrow at him, "You 'somehow asked her out to dinner'? Is she why you've been bolting out of here lately? What's her story? New to town?"

"She was just passing through. She says she's dieing in like 6 months. She's no threat the club, I've done some digging on her already." Tig retorted

"You. . . you are actually attracted to this woman! She means something to you!" Gemma exclaimed, eyes going wide at the realization

"She's . . . . interesting. No sweet-butt or crow-eater." Tig quietly replied

"I'll keep your secret, Tigger. If she's already having an effect on you like this, then she must be very special! You'll have to introduce me to her sometime." Gemma smiled warmly at him

Tthe Matriarch's phone began to ring. As she was chatting with whoever had called her, Tig grabbed all the food that had been ordered for the shop. He saw a paper for paintballing and smiled. He was quite sure this was something she'd never done before and quickly stuffed the paper into his pocket before heading outside after Gemma. All he got was something about Thomas being sick so she raced them back to the shop to drop him off before heading over to pick up her grandson. Tig set everyone's lunch on the bar in the clubhouse before taking his food to his room. He looked at the paper he'd picked up and looked it over.

Yes, he knew she'd at least try it. He was quite sure he knew where the place was too. Looking over the flyer he smiled. Suddenly he was looking forward to getting off work. Looking forward to spending his "off time" with a woman. Looking forward to "getting away" from the club, even if it were only for a few hours. How he would explain things to Gemme he wasn't sure but for now she had other things occupying her mind and she would leave him the hell alone! He quickly finished his lunch and went back to work. Around 3pm, Clay had shut down the shop so Tig quickly took a shower, stuffed the paintballing flyer in the inside pocket of his cut, and hopped on his Dyna before anyone could say anything to him. Now he was off to have some fun!

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