"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...
Tig finally manages to break through some of the safeguarded walls around the princess who has managed to break through his safeguarded heart. But will his efforts be enough to overtake the one who built the walls around her in the first place?
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FINALLY what you've all been asking for! A glimpse of Sydney's past, and some more background on her relationship with Happy 👀
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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Sydney awoke the next morning, still wrapped tightly in Tig's arms while he laid on his back, snoring lightly. She savored the warmth of his body against her skin as the ceiling fan whirled cold air around them, her chest bubbling with giddy excitement as she watched his rise and fall.
As if he knew that she was looking at him, Tig's eyes fluttered open. "Mornin'." He grinned when the first sight that he was met with was Sydney biting her lip as she admired him.
Sydney couldn't contain herself any longer, throwing an arm over him and placing sloppy kisses all over his face. "Morning." She greeted with a grin of her own.
"You sure I'm not dreamin'?" He groaned as he rolled onto his side and pulled her against his buzzing chest.
"I don't know, Tiggy..." She looked up at him innocently. "Do I feel real to you?" She ran her hands down his chest, ghosting her palm over his morning erection.
A sigh of satisfaction left his dry lips before he ran his tongue over them, leaning down to kiss her softly - rolling her over so that her back was against his chest as he pulled her even tighter against him.
"Oh, I'm definitely dreaming." He chuckled while his hand ghosted up and down her side, caressing her sensitive skin from the top of her breast, down to her thigh.
Sydney could feel the aching of bruises from the punishment that she endured the night before as she ground her ass back against him - a sickly sweet pain that made her smile as the erotic memories fluttered between her legs.
Tig began slowly massaging her clit, lazily attaching his lips to the skin in the crook of her neck before swiftly lifting her leg and sliding into her.
Sydney almost choked on the breathy gasp that came barrelling from the back of her throat as her hand flew behind her and to the side of his neck, but her body instantly relaxed when instead of the pounding that she had quickly tried to prepare her sore and oversensitive body for, she got something slow; languid. It was the kind of sex that turned grips to grazes, and scratches to softness. She felt her chest decompressing as her body melted into his, lazily meeting his gentle thrusts as their soft moans mingled together and filled the room around them.
