"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...
Cupid has paid Charming a generous visit, but the love bugs aren't the only things biting as some remember that not all arrows of love come pain-free.
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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, mentions of drug use/overdose, violence/death, racism/gang activity.
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Tig hastily pulled his bike onto the compound while Sydney clung to him, climbing off quickly and putting a hand on her leg to keep her in place - not bothering to remove his helmet. "Grabbing some shit. You stay right here, kitten." He winked.
"I can't wait." She whined breathlessly, desperately - pouting as she clung to his arm as the extra dominance in his command only added to the already unbearable need that she felt in every part of her body.
He reached out, running his fingers through her hair before he leaned down, kissing her hard. He released one hand from her curls, gently trailing down her body where he began to rub her through her shorts - chuckling as her hands immediately went to his belt buckle before he stilled them with one swift movement.
"Looks like you're gonna have to learn some self control, pussycat." He grinned.
Sydney inhaled sharply when he mimicked her words, rolling her eyes as he pressed the same tantalizing kiss on her cheek that he had the day before - the one that left her cheeks burning, her core throbbing, and her mind racing.
Tig hurried through the clubhouse, not bothering to stop and greet any of the party-goers that crowded the bar as he made his way to his dorm, gathering some clothes for the next day. He stopped as he passed his nightstand, a mischievous smile coming to his face as he advanced towards the small chest of wooden drawers where he pulled out the perfect addition to their evening and slid it into his back pocket, scowling as his hand brushed up against a piece of thick cardstock.
The dirty smile on his face softened as he realized what he was touching, pulling out the strip of photos that he'd managed to swipe on their way out of the fair after she'd given him the earth-shattering blowjob that had gotten them escorted off of the property.
He smiled as he studied the four photos on the glossy paper. The excited couple had been completely oblivious to the fact that even though they were in a photo booth, there were actually pictures being taken. The top one was of Sydney, grinning and looking to the side as she tightened her ponytail, which he pinpointed as the moment that she was waiting for him to make sure that the coast was clear. The second one was him looking down at her, and her up at him while his hand cupped her face, and the one following that was when their ravenous lips finally met. But the very last one was his favorite - the perfect moment captured while they smiled with their eyes closed just as they had pulled away from each other - his hand still in her hair, and hers on his face.
