"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
They say that there are seven deadly sins, and as a Man of Mayhem, Tig is no stranger to any of them - especially envy. Will this be the final push that he needs to stake his claim on the girl of his dreams before another whisks her away?
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As time passed, Tig's eyes glossed over with sinfully sweet thoughts of Sydney as she slept soundly across his chest - not daring to let himself fall asleep and miss a single second of it. But as his body finally began to relax under her touch, he was quickly reminded of his trying predicament when she murmured lightly in her sleep and adjusted her leg - which pushed against his still hard cock.
Every single voice that echoed in his head began to wrestle with one another - not wanting to bear the thought of cutting this moment short, wondering what would happen when she woke up, hoping that she would remember wanting him in bed with her... But through the mental tug of war, he quickly realized that hope was too thin of a veil to rely on with a risk as high as her thinking that he had taken advantage of her.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he begrudgingly prepared himself to break one of the most peaceful moments that he'd experienced in years, knowing that it wasn't worth the possibility of losing whatever it was that they had - also knowing that he wouldn't physically be able to handle another one of her moans.
He placed his hands on her arms, squeezing lightly to alert her senses before he slid them down his chest. He grimaced as he held his breath at the inadvertent shiver that he'd caused himself - gently pushing her bare thigh off of him, but that only caused another... Her skin was so smooth, sending shocks of electricity through him as he forced himself to twist his body out from under her.
Once he was in the clear, he got to his feet and rounded the bed to the side that she was sleeping on where he tucked her under the covers properly - kissing her on the forehead before quickly pulling away when she moved under his gentle touch, eventually slumping over onto her side. He breathed a sigh of relief that was interrupted by a nervous chuckle tickling the back of his throat - quickly grabbing a pillow from his now empty side of the bed and curling up on the floor next to her so that he could rid his guilty conscience of the fear of being caught.
Sydney had gained enough consciousness to know that Tig had moved to the floor, feeling a deep pit forming in her stomach - and it wasn't from the alcohol. She laid in the dark, listening to his labored breathing as she cursed herself for drinking too much while his words played over and over in her mind- all of the thoughts of what tonight could've been flooding in and washing away any trace of intoxication. She had never been denied like this before - Happy aside. She wanted him more than anything that she had ever wanted in her entire life, maybe even more than she wanted to be a Son...
