A Brotherhood;

you can run on for a long time, sooner or later god'll cut you down. go tell that long tongue liar, go and tell that midnight rider, tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter, tell 'em that GOD'S gonna cut 'em down.

[samcroflorida]

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@samcroflorida

riding up towards mara’s family’s house, morgan couldn’t help but think about all the times he’d picked her up in the middle of the night, whether it be because she’d had a fight with her family or just because she wanted a cuddle, all of them were good memories because of one single fact — she had needed him. 

it had been a week since their fight and not once had she called him, not once had she told him she needed him and not once had she shown up at the clubhouse to talk things through. morgan had been completely convinced that things were over, which had lead to tears being shed in private while putting on a brave albeit slightly depressed face while with the guys. but there were only so many tears he could cry, before the need for her set in, which was why morgan found himself parking his bike in front of her house, storming towards the door in anger; anger pointed towards himself more than anyone else. 

banging on the door, the male shouted, convinced that mara could hear him on the other side, “ mara! please come out. i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry! ” as he yelled, his bangs against the door became more and more harsh, until he heard the door unlock. a spark of hope formed within him, but like water on a flame, the spark went out when seeing mara’s father open the door. “ i need to see her, sir. ” although morgan held no respect for her father, he figured politeness was the best approach if he was to have any chance of seeing mara’s face again. the older man shook his head, explaining to morgan that there was no need for him to see her, that she didn’t want to see him. 

quickly morgan’s anger was diverted from himself towards the man blocking his way, but before he could throw a punch, her mother stepped out of the house, pushing him back. “ I FUCKING NEED HER! ” morgan shouted, throwing out his arms, before adding at the top of his lungs, “ MARA GET OUT HERE!! ”

          dozens of times at the least, mara had wanted to reach out to morgan. not once did she cave in. every text she typed, she deleted. each call was to his old number he no longer had, just to satiate that need to write the familiar digits. she needed to purge him from her mind, rip him out and the roots and pray he didn’t grow back. morgan had come into life at a time she was looking for something more, something outside of the paint by numbers life she’d been offered. he’d been exciting, a little dangerous and most of all, he’d been fun. she loved him. but it took that night to realise that maybe a predictable life wasn’t the worst she could have. the next man that put his hands on her when she said no, would be a man without hands she’d decided. kutte or no kutte, she would never feel humiliated like that again.

            if she could take that night back, she would. learning what morgan was made of cut her to the core but what was done was done. she’d expected him to buried in croweater pussy by now as she slowly scrubbed their relationsup from her the inside out. but she’d recognise the revving of his bike a mile off, let alone under her window sill. she watched him march to the door and bounded out of her room to stand at the top of the stairs, listening to him yelling, pleading. her arms wrapped around herself, fighting every urge to fly down those steps, wrench the door back and forgive everything. she would not thaw so easily. as the noise continued, her dad stood abruptly, throwing his phone down as he moved to the door. mara started down the steps only for her mother to wrap her arms around her, stopping mara in her tracks.

           “ mom, no, no no. don’t let him answer it, just ignore it. mom, please. ” we are the adults mara, let us handle it. each protest, the same response. her mom set down the steps, dwarfed by her husband but a pitbull snarl in her expression as she pushed her way between them and outside. mara’s hands flew to her head, holding her temples as her breaths came rapidly. she wanted to curl up in a ball, this was all too much but she couldn’t. especially not as he raised his voice to her mother. mara and her parents had their differences but if anyone was going to speak to them like that, it would be her. she was not going to let him roll up on his terms and make everything more difficult. like she’d been fired from a gun, she shot down the stairs, wiggling between her parents until she was outside. her mom tried to stop her, grabbing mara’s hands as she pulled free over and over. “ mom! mom! please go inside. please! dad! just go back inside! ”

        for once, her dad seemed to understand, pulling his livid wife back inside with a long look to his daughter who held the stare before turning to morgan. “ what the hell do you think you’re doing? ” she snarled, voice electric with anger. “ are you absolutely out of ya’ mind? ” he didn’t look as though he’d been sleeping well, neither had she.

[samcroflorida]

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had it been just any other asshole in a bar, morgan wouldn’t have hesitated to jump the guy and beat him up, but it hadn’t been. it had been marcus, the man who partially decided his fate with the club ; a club morgan felt he needed. with no family in the states, he thought needed people who felt like family, when fact was mara was his family. she was his everything and he’d fucked it up. just like you fuck up everything else in your life, he thought to himself while biting the inside of his cheek. 

in all honesty, morgan hadn’t thought about how her family would react should he drop her off at home. he just wanted her to be safe and he knew she wasn’t when standing out on the club’s parking lot. having ran out of ideas, the man just stood there, looking at the crying girl before him, causing tears to press on behind his eyelids, though he managed to fight them back with all his might. 

the rage coming from the girl was understandable, to say the least. when morgan felt her hands against his chest in an attempt to push him back, he didn’t budge, wanting her to take out her anger on him, seeing as he felt he deserved it. her words hit home, chewing on the inside of his cheek before finally speaking, “if i could do it over again, i would do everything differently, mara. but i can’t change it now, can i ?” he asked a question, but it wasn’t one that required an answer. suddenly morgan was unable to keep any of the emotions back anymore,  “there’s a reason why i’m out ‘ere and not still in there  —— i fuckin’ love ya, mara hamby.” not to proud to beg when it came to the woman he loved, he reached out for her, “you’re my home. please, i’m so fuckin’ sorry. don’t leave. i’ll make things right somehow”

           mara pawed at her face miserably, trying to rid the evidence of her tears. it didn’t matter to her that he’d seen them, in fact she hoped that stayed burned into his memory as a reminder that she had feelings that existed outside of him, what mattered was that she had to stop feeling them slide down her cheeks before she dissolved into a bitter puddle. like most nights in laurel, it was muggy and uncomfortable, which suited tonight’s theme of disappointing her, when all she wanted was a cool breeze to soothe her feverishly warm face. she reeked of beer and cigarettes, a smell that was normally something she’d find oddly comforting. it was a smell she associated with sitting on a bar stool happily chirping to a working morgan, now it made her think of marcus.

            “ would you though? ” she replied back, words crackling. “ would you actually do anything different, morgan? i don’t think you would. ” i think i know too much to think you’d change a thing now. would he be too afraid of the clubs rejection if forced to repeat the last hour of his life. he loved this club, she knew how much he loved this club. she thought she had loved it too, on a surface level. beneath the appeal was the real underbelly she’d been denying since she became involved with them. when he told her that he loved her, she froze. that was the first time someone had used that towards her in it’s true context. not a family member or a friend. love, actual love, and to make it better she would have to remember it handcuffed to this shit for the rest of her life.

             “ don’t say that sorta stuff if you don’t mean it. ” she accused warily. she was no closer the forgiveness than she’d been when she’d stormed out, but she was far closer to exhaustion. as he reached out she moved in. she hated him. but more than ever mara just wanted to be held by someone that loved her. she hated him so much she could feel it rattling in her chest like a drum beat. she felt it so strongly that she didn’t know if it would ever fade, but right next to it, coiled up in a far more assuring subtle way was how much she loved him. “ you can’t make it right. ” she muttered tiredly against his chest.

[samcroflorida]

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                    he’d woken up this morning and it had felt like any other day. cuddling with mara in his bed, before they finally gathered the strength to crawl out of it. her making him breakfast and the pair of them riding to the clubhouse together. he hadn’t had the slightest clue that by the early evening, she was going to have her back turned to him, tears streaming down her face, with no desire to look in his direction. 

                     when she spoke, the words falling from her lips, were the last ones he wanted to hear. because what could he possibly have to say to her in that moment ? an apology didn’t seem like enough, but to be honest, nothing he could think of seemed like enough, so he stayed quiet, while still following her. 

                    when she finally turned around to face him, morgan just nodded slightly at her words, the sheer pain in her gaze causing him to look away. he wasn’t brave. he was a coward in every way, shape and form, and now mara knew it. no words dared exit his lips, he just stood there, looking down to the dirt beneath their feet. when finally gathering the strength to speak, he forced himself to look up and straighten his posture. “at least let me give you a ride home” morgan spoke the sound of his words, sounding more like a question, than anything else. sounding more like a goodbye proposition. 

               “ fuck your ride. ” she snarled. i should be the one in the patches, she thought angrily, at least between us i have an ounce of courage. mara had thought that the mc was where you went when you were tired of being shackled to the life you were expected to live, when you wanted to be who you wanted without the expectations of everyone else in the whole goddamn world, but it wasn’t. their leashes ran so tight that you were better off in her world. in mara’s world, if some asshole in the bar is putting hands on your girl, you get them to back the hell off. in the freelove, fucking LIE of the sons of anarchy, you take it like a bitch. “ don’t want it, couldn’t take it if ‘a did. you really think i can just go home? pull up at this time on the back of your bike cryin’ my eyes out so they can tell me they were right? ” no fucking way. doesn’t matter that they were, she wasn’t about to let her heart break be used as ammunition for a lecture.

                “ how could you do that, huh? ” she accused, the anger surging back as she came to terms with the fact she didn’t even have anywhere to go. her hands slammed against his broad chest as she glared up at him, as if the small shove would shake the answers right out of him. “ huh? that’s the sorta place you wanna be in? with guys who’d do that t’ you? they’re really ya brothers, ain’t they? ” she could feel the trails of hot, bitter tears falling. she pulled back from him as if she’s been stung, not even wanting to be in his proximity anymore.

              she wanted to be home, curling up in her bed. maybe if she walked she could sneak in without the threat of his roaring phallic symbol waking them. she decided it was the only option worth trying, better than standing in a parking lot ‘til the sun came up.

[samcroflorida]

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sighing to herself, she took the last sip of beer from her bottle as she mentally made the decision to head on home. she had no reason to stay, with tatum gone and not a single familiar face in the crowd, but before val could get up from her seat at the bar, an unfamiliar man leaned against the bartop next to her. his question caused her to scoff and shake her head, “seeing as your friend’s eyes were glued to her when she came in, i’m guessing you already know the answer to that question. unless, of course, i did indeed grow invisible” seeing him place a beer in front of her, the girl cocked a brow and looked up at the man, “sorry, i don’t take drinks that i haven’t ordered myself. i have every intention of leading lawsuits, not taking part in them as the victim of a date rape drug” her hand pushed the beer back towards him, while her eyes looked him up and down. he seemed confident in his own skin, as trait valentina had yet to master, but something about him was extremely off putting to her. “i’m val. not darling, or sweetie, or honey or any other pet name you call the rows upon rows of skanks that walk through that door” she pointed towards the entrance to make her point clear, and as she did so another crow eater walked through it, causing valentina to take on a look of disgust. 

            shit, ice couldn’t melt in this girl’s palm she was that cold, but did it deter him? nah. harrison had a certain fondness for girl’s who treated him like dirt on instinct, it was always that much more satisfying to hear them purring his name. “ you? invisible? wouldn’t that be a crime. ” he grinned, every bit aware that he was laying it on thick. not dishonest, after all, the girl was easy on the eyes, but definitely doing his best to ooze his boyish charm. when she turned his drinks down out of hand, he shrugged, taking an easy swig of the beer placed in front of her. “ tastes clean. pity that could’a done with a free pill. ” he joked, raising his brows at her.

               she pulled no punches in her obvious distaste for him, which made him want to laugh a little. he didn’t need to bother her, in fact, harry would place good money that if he actually just whistled at a crowie, he could be getting laid, but this seemed more fun. “ val, huh? did you that’s dutch for gives guys a really hard time for no good reason? ”

[samcroflorida]

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                    with his back turned to the situation acting out behind him, morgan would hear the sound of flesh against cheek, causing him to turn and look discreetly over his shoulder. it was marcus’ laughter that prompted him to turn completely, but while the rest of the room breathed a sigh of relief, morgan looked to mara and although he wasn’t expecting her to look back to him, it still felt like a nail had been hammered through his heart when she walked away without looking over her shoulder. 

                    the door slamming after her tiny frame exited, was what brought morgan back to his senses. looking towards marcus with a stern facial expression, the lower ranking male didn’t say a word, simply turning away from the other and setting off into a sprint towards the door, following mara. “fucking prick” he spoke to himself right before exiting the door and being hit by a wall of warmth and humidity. 

                    his eyes fell on the girl as she walked away from the clubhouse, phone to her ear. morgan knew she was calling someone to come get her, but that didn’t keep him from running after her and placing his hand on her shoulder when reaching her, “mara…—” he paused breathing hard, not just from the running but also from the sheer fear of her reaction. 

                    morgan felt like absolute shit for how he’d reacted when inside, knowing how he should’ve reacted, but also realizing there wasn’t anything he could do about it now. when mara didn’t stop walking at his saying her name, desperation grew within him and automatically making its way to his vocal chords, “please, mara ! stop !”

              she could here him calling but mara couldn’t bring herself to turn. she had to have more pride than that, even after the events in there had shattered it to pieces. if she had’ve been a crow eater, someone who knew the life for what it was, maybe it wouldn’t have been so humiliating. but she wasn’t a hang around girl, waiting for any old biker to fuck her in a bathroom stall. she loved morgan. “ beck, i need you to get me, please. ” she begged, as if beck could transport there on a whim before mara’s resolve could weaken enough to face morgan. she didn’t want to look at him. her rage dissolved to sheer embarrassment and tears, making her feel all the more pitiful to boast.

                as his voice grew louder, she curled into herself, wrapping her arms around her torso as if it could block him out. he had done nothing. stood there and let it happen like it was nothing. like she was just some girl off the street. for the first time, she started to understand the realities of the mc. when they said jump-. she stopped walking, not because she wanted him closer. she had just realized she had nowhere to go. beck couldn’t come. she couldn’t go home.

                  “ what? ” she demanded, still unwilling to face him. her cheeks were damp and reddening, but that didn’t matter now. “ what could you pos- possibly have t-to say to me right now? ” she wanted to curl up in his arms- no, not his, the morgan who she knew ten minutes prior’s arms. the morgan who was supposed to be brave. but no, she understood. why risk a prospect patch for a girl. she had been worth less than a strip of material. “ do you have any idea how humiliating that was! do you have any idea at all? ” she spat seething, finally turning to meet him. her eyes pulled no punches, reeking of every ounce of distaste she felt. “ just leave me alone- there is nothing you can say. ”

[samcroflorida]

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@samcroflorida

being in her last year of law school, the bar was only a few months away causing valentina to be extremely stressed out, especially since she dreamed of being a district attorney, but still hadn’t found a place to gain work experience. she did little other than study, eat and sleep these days, which was why she was far from happy when her friend had dragged her to a party at the local mc. her friend, tatum, was a girl valentina had known since childhood, which was probably the only reason they were still friends. they had absolutely nothing in common, because while valentina had goals in life, her friend was a sweetbutt for the local mc charter. 

stepping into the clubhouse, val instantly felt like a different species compared to the other women present. while they mostly wore short, skintight dresses and skirts, she wore a pair of jeans along with a black sweater. but looks weren’t the only difference between them. as tatum ordered herself some form of pink drink, garnished with a pineapple slice and an umbrella, val asked politely for a bottled beer and while tatum sat with her back arched to pull focus towards her cleavage, val sat with her back hunched, leaning into the bar counter. 

“tatum, how long do i have to stay ? i have a paper on international and comparative law due monday” she spoke, checking her phone for the time, although the two of them had just arrived. tapping her finger against the neck of the bottle she had been handed, valentina looked around the room, feeling like a ghost due to the way the men were looking at the other women and politely ignoring her. they’d been at the house for a total of five minutes, when tatum disappeared with some random man, down the hallway.

harrison, as far as reapers go, was a pretty laid back man. something that seemed to ooze out of every one of his pores, especially on a night like this. mayans had backed down and out of their territory for now, that alone was reason enough to drink. not to mention a patch in party was building up for their favorite corgi fucking prospect. it was going to be a good few weeks to be a son. much like his brothers, harry was a man who had enjoyed more than his fair share of crow eaters over the years, tonight was going to be no exception. but like all patched in, the same pussy never seemed to excite him for too long. he was nomadic by design, lived life by his bike and needed change to thrive. so when strange walked through the door with totum tatum ( a name she’d well earned from being a well known piece on every members pole ) , he elbowed the man to his right, straight in the soft portion of his rib cage. “ dibs. ”

he watched for a long moment, his friend diving on the grenade to lure tatum away, giving him ample time to pounce. he moved in, the picture of boyish charm with two beers in hand as he leaned beside her. “ looked as though you could do with some comp’ny. you came with tate right? ” he asked, though he very well knew the answer. wordlessly he offered the beer, spying an argument breaking out between grayson and aileen in the kitchen. it wouldn’t be long ‘til they left, he could only hope the party didn’t sour before that happened.

“ ‘m harry, what’s ya name darlin’? ”

[samcroflorida]

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there were things that mara didn’t know about morgan. things he felt no need for her to know. such as the fact that he was in fact a criminal and had been for years, that the sons were where he belonged because no matter how goofy or innocent he might seem, he honed a set of skills that wouldn’t do him any good in the real world. when sensing mara’s desire, the man couldn’t help but chuckle —— that was until he felt her hand rubbing him through the fabric of his jeans, causing him to grow harder by the second and all jokes evaporated. his mind was nowhere but in that moment with mara. she might look the part of the innocent girl, but only morgan knew that once he got her alone, a much freakier side of her would appear, this moment being one of those times. he felt her chest against his as she arched up, taking the opportunity to wrap his arm around her frame while the hand he’d placed one the side of her thigh, traveled upwards at a much quicker pace. once his belt hit the floor, his fingers tugged at her underwear, pulling it down her legs while his lips kissed her neck vigorously. unable to hold himself back, he’d bite the skin of her neck while low growls made their way from the back of his throat when finally feeling his zipper being undone, allowing him to feel less confined within his jeans. 

             mara didn’t regret for even a second how badly she’d tarnished her image of the laurel poster child. it wasn’t that she hated her life before hand, she’d had it better than most. but she’d wanted something more. she’d wanted to feel she could choose her own path, something that being with morgan had given her. once she’d taken up with him, curfews didn’t phase her, she’d be grounded or she wouldn’t. she’d break rules that seemed arbitrary, and she learned that doing that didn’t make her a bad person. as long as her actions weren’t impacting others, she could do as she pleased. something she embraced whole heartedly with him. as he pulled her underwear from her body, lips at her neck she made small breathy whimpers of enjoyment, always arching to him to be touched, a lot less of a offer, more like a pleasant demand that he did so. she did her best to yank down his jeans, getting them out of the way. her fingers slipped down the waistband of his underwear, hand caressing him in a fluid motion, keeping a rhythm of up and down she made in her own head. she was a little drunk, horrendously in love and in awe of the way her world had shifted since meeting him. “ you better hurry up, because i’m not a patient girl. ” she threatened playfully in his ear.

[samcroflorida]

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morgan’s work around the clubhouse wasn’t easy, but he had learned to live with it. at the end of the day, he more often than not ended up at his apartment with mara and to morgan, that mattered more than a lot of things. of course, he could never compare mara and the sons with each other, because ultimately he wouldn’t be able to choose —— little did he know that he’d actually be forced to choose only moments later. 

his eyes were locked on marcus as he talked to mara, who seemed to be handling it well. morgan sent her a reassuring smile, before bending down below the bar to hook up the keg he’d just carried in. he had just returned to his full height when looking back over to the man he held great respect for, just in time for him to place his hand on mara’s ass. morgan bit down, clenching his jaw, as the otherwise everlasting smile on his lips disappearing.

he was absolutely seething on the inside, but thinking quickly he realized it was either stand up for mara and piss of the president of the mc, or let him disrespect the girl he loved. neither option sounded all too appealing, but frozen in his position, he just watched, as marcus enclosed the girl to the bar with his arms, her back against the bar counter. he was much broader and morgan knew mara had no chance of escaping, yet he didn’t do a thing. he knew she was a strong girl, and would find her way out of this, while his going off on the president was bound to end badly. 

morgan was frozen in his postion ; both hands balled up into fists at his side, his jaw clenched, nostrils flared and his forehead wrinkled in anger, all the while his eyes were locked on mara, who had looked to him to assess the situation, and he had clearly let her down. when he was finally able to move, morgan’s eyes found the floor and he spent all his energy on trying to restrain himself. 

the entire room was watching marcus and mara — except for morgan, who turned his back to the situation, placing his fists on the table and breathed hard through his nose. 

               mara was known for her gentle temperament. her entire life had surrounded the aura of being the quintessential girl next door, the girl you trusted to babysit your kids, tutor your idiot son, the one you could trust in the library after hours. before she had attached herself to the mc, she had never been seen as anything but a sweet natured creature. she’d never had a reason to question if she was anything but until this moment; this heinously humiliating moment that she realized she was not made of sugar, spice and everything nice. no mara was made of blood, bone and right now? barely contained rage. standing at five foot sweet nothing, big blue eyes and a bouncing pony tail, there was no misrepresentation in the damage she could do. she couldn’t. marcus would win from brawn alone. she didn’t have any tricks up her sleeve, she was every bit the pup in the wolf den and very much at the clubs mercy, but that didn’t stop the seething anger from electrifying every nerve she had in her.

she looked immediately to morgan as she was pinned between the president’s chest and the bar top. he would stand a better chance, he could do some damage. and what did he do? love of her life, man of her dreams, ruthless outlaw? he turned his back to her. if mara’s fury could kill in that instant the entire room would be six feet under. she felt tears stinging her eyes as marcus continued to sweet talk, pressing up against her. whether they were tears of embarrassment, anger or some toxic combination, she wasn’t sure. morgan was her old man, he was supposed to protect her, the same way she would have unhesitatingly done for him. mara would have clawed someone’s eyes out to protect morgan, a realization she had in the midst of her loathing. her eyes met marcus’s and she made no move to discourage the look they held.

she could feel every pair of eyes on her, waiting to see what she’d do. this young, nothing, waif of a girl. mara had always thought she was a girl with a lot of common sense, that she knew when it was better to cower rather than attack, she honestly thought she knew that lesson through and through but she proved herself wrong yet again. morgan was a coward, she was an idiot. all things she learned as her hand lashed out, quick as a snake to meet the president’s cheek. the sound was deafening, and she hadn’t imagined what she would do once she did it, so she stood frozen. his cheek reddened as the room seemed to still completely. more humiliating than any of the mortifying moments that had come prior, he begun to laugh. she’d rather he hit her.

as he cackled, like she’d been a kitten that had pawed at him, he moved aside to free her. she could see she had more than a kittens sting by the way his cheek still twitched involuntarily from the strike. she wasted no time, immediately shouldering past him. it took all the self respect she had not to dash out like a frightened mouse, even more still not to look back to see if morgan would follow. instead she walked at an even pace towards the door, ignoring the cat calls of the other members. once outside in the hot florida air, she begun to weep, phone in hand begging for her friend to come and get her and take her home.

[samcroflorida]

aileen knew that grayson was a man who had tons of terribleness under his belt, yet all she saw when she looked at him was love. she loved him so much it hurt sometimes, and although she wasn’t sure he loved her in the same way, she was sure he cared for her deeply. they were one and him showing up bloodied or her having to work for an adult film company, wasn’t going to stand in the way of them ruling laurel together. arching her back, she wanted to feel him closer, but once he raised himself up to rid himself of the gun, she didn’t think twice. raising her behind, aileen allowed the man she loved so deeply to pull off her skirt, before spreading her legs and making room for him between them. sitting up, she placed her hand around his neck, pulling him down with her as she laid back down, “i love you…— so much” she murmured before pulling his lips against her own once more, wanting all of him.

so much rage trembled through his rough finger tips, a days worth of adrenaline rolled of him like dark clouds. despite their brief pause on the argument, he knew that the cam-whore fight would be a long one. if he broke things off with aileen, the club may see her as too much of a liability to keep around. without gray to keep her in line, the sons had no guarantee she wouldn’t go running to her daddy just to spite him. he’d done his best to tell her nothing, but aileen was smarter than she let on. she knew enough to hurt him. more than enough to hurt the club. he tugged her panties straight from her body in our loud rip at the thought, dropping them carelessly. he could break them, he bought them. as a courtesy and little more he teased his fingers along her entrance, checking she was ready to go. at her confession his teeth nipped the skin harshly, momentarily soothing it with a kiss. he hated her, he decided. he thrusted between her legs, his hands gripping her hips to hike her further up the bed as he did so, allowing himself a better angle. he’d kill them all, he thought viciously. for a moment he had to reassure himself he didn’t mean his brothers. the men she fucked in front of that damn camera would be very lucky to make it home in one piece. partnering with aileen, they would soon discover, would be very bad for their health.

[samcroflorida]

one thing mara should have expected when she started going round with morgan, but didn’t, was all the parties. in the times that were good for the club, seemed like they were really good. she was in the dark when it came to the clubs workings, but she could calculate as much. times were parties were plentiful? good. times where morgan’s company was scarce and the clubhouse was sullen. bad. not rocket science. she’d be standing around by herself for the briefest of moments as janice excused herself, having been noticed by one of the guys. janice was a croweater, but a relatively harmless one she’d ultimately decided. she had a sweet disposition, slightly simple but it was almost charming. mara had grown fond, especially on the nights they were running morgan ragged and she was left on her own.

she half wished she’d clung to the croweater as the president approached, his body language relaxed enough, still... he made her nervous. marcus was an imposing man, she had to lift her chin high just to meet his gaze, she did her best to look unfazed by his presence. between him and his ever cold VP, she could understand why laurel feared adored the sons as much as they did. they made small talk, a casual remark about the weather, the party. he then took to mentioning his old lady. said mara reminded him of her back when she was young. said she had a good temperament for an old lady, normally this would have made her beam with satisfaction. but being young and pretty didn’t make her naive. flattery resembled friendship the way a wolf may resemble a dog. one was ultimately far more dangerous. he’d never gone out of his way to talk to her before and now he was laying it on thick. she shot a look across the bar to her boyfriend, carefully moving a fresh keg, he looked back curiously but resumed his task and mara relaxed slightly. morgan would know if something were amiss.

mara smiled politely though her eyes were guarded, she was uncomfortable. she wasn’t a sweetbutt, she didn’t hang around for this sort of attention and she definitely didn’t know what to do as it centered on her. she felt more than his eyes on her, in fact at her glance about the room she noted more than a few sets of members eyes on her. her suspicion increased when she noted even grayson watching. he looked tired, as if it was the same joke that had gotten old a long time ago. mara focused back on marcus and tried to remain friendly, reminding herself that everything she did was a reflection of morgan. her sweet disposition remained right until the moment he rested his hand against the curve of her ass, making her instinctively recoil with a sharp noise. he stepped in as she stepped back. as went to touch her again, she let out a snarl, throwing up her hands against his chest to stop him coming any closer. “ back off! ” they certainly had the rooms attention now.

[samcroflorida]

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as the girl straddled his lap, morgan’s hands would find her hips as a goofy smirk covered his features. his soft lips against his, caused his tongue to seek out hers but before he was able to deepen their liplock, she had pulled away. her nails down his chest, had him groaning and pushing his head back into the pillow in pleasure. mara knew just what buttons to push to get him riled up, and morgan was getting hard at the mere touch if her skin against his. he enjoyed watching her be territorial at the club, but even more so seeing her be tender with him as she was in that moment, “aye….” was the only word leaving his lips, just before he sat up and wrapped an arm around her back, turning them over so he was hovering over her with one hand holding up his body weight. “couldn’t do that with a cracked rib” he spoke gently, as his mouth moved over hers, kissing her gently yet filled with passion. morgan’s hand found her bare thigh, slowly sliding upwards towards the hem of her skirt. 

mara almost hated that goofy smile of his. it made her twinge with worry, made her want to say crazy things like get out now ! you’re better than the sons ! mara had grown up in this town, she knew the reapers influence and on the surface it enthralled her. but when he offered her a goofy, boyish grin, she imagined him with a gun in his hand pressed to someone’s head or behind bars for years at a time. she pushed it from her mind, instead selfishly pressing their lips together to silence herself. as he flipped them, she let out a bundle of short laughter. her back hit the mattress with a small bounce that made the room jolt for a second but her focus came back to her as she glanced up at his tired but handsome face. he was gentle, the same couldn’t exactly be said about his girl in that moment as she arched against him needily, hands grasping at him carelessly. “ probably not. ” she admitted, reaching down to rub him through his jeans. mara knew how the club house bitches hung off of him, knowing he was bound to be patched in any day now. but mara had an unusual and probably unwise amount of trust in him. trusting a biker didn’t speak well of her intelligence. her small fingers pulled his now loosened belt free with a calculated tug, letting the leather roll off of the bed with a dull thud, eagerly pulling at his zipper.

[samcroflorida]

all she wanted in that moment was him; him and only him and if there was any chance he’d win this fight, it was in a situation like this. he had her at his complete mercy as she clung to his frame “but i’m good at this” she murmured as she was pinned to the wall, watching as his torso became free of the fabric that clung to it by the crimson crust. feeling his hands on her body again, she pulled herself into him by his neck, not even the least by shocked by the harshness with which he kicked the door. as she felt the mattress beneath her, aileen released her arms from him, only to then run them down his now bare chest. she then begun unbuttoning her blouse, as it suddenly felt extremely restraining. aileen didn’t care that his sharp kisses would leave marks, as she wanted to world to know she was his; his and O N L Y his. “fuck, baby “ she gronaed when her blouse was completely unbuttoned, yet still tucked into the elastic of her skirt. though he had removed his boots, she hadn’t had a chance to do the same with her high heels, so as her legs still clung around him, the soles of her shoes were up in the air. knowing that her words ( somewhat ) calmed him down, she kept on going “you’re all i need. you’re my everything”

grayson knew his head was a dark place, that it served him well not to stay in there too long. he didn’t know which he feared more; that it would weaken him, his humanity getting in the way of what needed to be done, or that it would crush it all together and take away the entirety of his mercy. both were the biggest threat to his future as club president. with aileen, it had been easier to find that line. between the man and the devil beneath. losing her would be losing the only part of himself he was sure that he liked. his teeth grazed her collarbone, a day of death on his lips as he left behind purple love bites. his calloused hand caressed her through her bra, while the other fumbled with his belt. he halted only long enough to carelessly drop his glock, pushing the gun away with his foot. grayson’s belt followed suit, the torn, bloodied jeans pooling at his feet as he tugged at her tight skirt.

[samcroflorida]

he hung the kutte neatly over the back of a chair in the corner of the room, while he threw his disgusting t-shirt randomly somewhere in the room. he wasn’t exactly a neat person, but he respected his kutte, which was the reason he treated it so well. “so you want me to crack a rib, aye ? jee, thanks” he spoke in a joking and sarcastic tone of voice, studying her as she pulled her hair down; he’d always thought she looked so incredibly sexy with her hair down. noticing the playfulness in her eyes, he nodded his head affirmatively “yes, i ought to get some sleep” he stuck by his decicion, as he leaned down to remove his boots. he was suddenly on eye level with her breasts, which were perfectly pushed up by her bra. “bloody hell, babes. you’re murderin’ me” morgan stood up straight again, before throwing himself on the bed, not having removed his grease and booze covered jeans yet. “are you trying ta’ get me fired ?” he asked, but his stern face didn’t last long, before he was moving across the bed to pull the girl whose back was to him, closer to his body. she weighed next to nothing, and morgan was used to hauling around heavy objects all day, so it was with ease that he placed her on top of him, their heads only a few inches away from each other.

mara grinned down at him impishly, entirely aware of her behavior. it wasn’t as though she had her work cut out for her seducing morgan. all in all, he was a pretty easy target, something of which she loved. as his stern face questioned her, in response all she did was bite her lip and lightly crinkle her nose before turning away, letting her hair curtain her face from him. it wasn’t more than a few moments before she felt his solid arms drawing her back against him, causing her to wriggle against him. the grin on her lips reminiscent of that cat that caught the canary. as he pulled her on top of him, she straddled his lap loosely, bending down to pressed her lips against his, her nails dragging down his bare chest, stopping to drum lightly just above the belt that held up his jeans. she had spent the whole night digging heels in, baring those teeth to show he was every bit hers to claim, that she wasn’t come sweetbutt croweater, now she had him all to herself. “ probably a good thing ya didn’t crack a rib. ” she muttered breathlessly.

[samcroflorida]

slowing down the speed of the bike and parking it in its usual spot in front of the apartment building, morgan waited until mara had gotten off, before swinging his leg off the bike. “oh please, do feel free to strip search me” he raised his arms out to she sides, as if waiting to be patted down, before a chuckle escaped him. he couldn’t help but notice how tired mara looked as she rubbed her eyes, his arm snaking its way around her neck. “oh yeah? are you gonna take care of me now and ice my eye ?” he questioned with a wink, as he felt her slender fingers sneak into his pocket. he grabbed the key from his other pocket, unlocking the door and throwing away the key on the table nearby. letting go of mara, he headed towards the kitchen, getting an ice pack out of the freezer and wrapping a dishcloth around it before placing it against his eye. “i have to be at work in two and a half hours” he groaned in annoyance as he headed towards the bedroom, already in the process of removing his cut and t shirt.

she followed him into the apartment, feeling immediately better. though they had long since left the party, this felt like the first real quiet. “ i dont think ya qualify for bed side service, maybe crack a rib next time. ” she drawled back, pushing him softly towards the kitchen as he went for an ice-pack. mara tugged her shirt over her head, tossing it on to the floor on her side of the bed. the second air hit her skin, the clamminess of the night eased. her fingers worked into her hair, tugging out the elastic that kept it at back, her curls falling down as she gently rubbed her scalp. it practically sang with relief.

“ two and a half ‘ours, huh? ” she repeated, eyeing him as she slipped her sat on the edge of the bed to pull her boots off, wriggling her freed toes happily. “ i mean... ” she leaned back, a playful glint in her eye. it didn’t matter how tired she was, or how unbelievably tired he’d be tomorrow, she doubted he’d pass up a chance for some fun. “ ya really ought’a get some sleep huh? ”

[samcroflorida]

as he told her no, aileen raised a brow, acting unfazed “no?” she questioned, before shaking her head “who the fuck are you to tell me what i can and can’t do ?” she asked, rolling her eyes in annoyance. it was clear that he wasn’t happy about the choice she’d made, his breaths changing, as well as his demeanor. but the stubborn blonde wasn’t going to let him change her mind about this “do you really want me to stay home all day, and be some bored housewife?” she asked, pursing her lips.

there was no denying that this time it was different between them. not that it was usually romantic or fluffy, but there was something about the way he crashed her into the hallway wall, the way his kisses were rough against her lips — she knew she’d overstepped some unspoken boundary between them, but she didn’t want to think about that now. all she wanted was to feel him as close to herself as possible. it was clear that there was something wrong, but aileen knew that grayson wasn’t one to speak about his issues, so she let him have his way with her, wanting him to know that nothing would change, just because she might be working for climax. sex wasn’t a big deal for her — only when it came to sex with him. when he asked her repeat her words, she gladly did “i need you. i need you so fucking bad. please, baby” she clearly wasn’t below begging, as she placed her forehead against his, her eyes closed, feeling how his grip on her loosened.

all his previous confidence in her as his old lady when he was made and finally took that chair he’d known was his for over a decade, vanished. he couldn’t rule with a clear head if he was wondering where the hell she was, what she was doing, who she was doing it with. no, she nailed that coffin shut. he needed an old lady he could trust, this wasn’t trust. neither of them told the other shit, and when they did it was venomous and cutting. like a game of chicken, only with aileen could he come home for dismembering and burying a corpse of a man who’s brains he’d sprayed on the side of the road, and still lose. “ better a housewife than this. ” he said voice ragged as he growled it between kisses. his bloodied samcro shirt got between them, adding a friction he didn’t need. he pushed her harder against the wall, using his weight to pin her and free up his hands. he yanked it over his head, ignoring the way the red had seeped through to his skin.

his hands returned to her form, pulling her back from the wall and moving towards the bedroom, kicking the door sharply with his foot. the door hit the wall like a gunshot, sure to leave a handle indent in the paint. when she begged for him, his resolve weakened further. he dropped her down onto the mattress, kicking off his boots carelessly as he moved up on his girl, his kisses to her neck were sure leave marks. possessive and deliberate.

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a snicker made its way from his lips at her attempted an accent, before he raised a brow and looked down to her dainty hand against the fabric of his jeans. when she stepped away, he let out a full blown laughter “babes, i was born an ass” he admitted truthfully, his eyes following as she raised her skirt, wanting to do her right then and there, but deciding against it, rather wait ‘til they got to his place. “the perks of being a prospect, love” he smiled over his shoulder, before he reving up the engine and shooting the pair out of the parking lot and onto the road. luckily he didn’t live that far from the club, especially lucky on a night like this, when morgan wanted to get home as soon as possible, only to be able to lay with his girl.

mara liked the feeling of the air whipping in her face, how her brain didn’t seem to focus on anything except the road as it ran out from beneath them. she was often guilty of an overactive mind, it was like she couldn’t get her thoughts out fast enough, so she had to think them all at once. but out here? nothing. just morgan and the steady thudding of his heart under her palm. as they rounded the corner to his place she eased her grip, just wanting out of these sweaty clothes. once the bike came to a stop, she gripped his shoulders before swinging her leg to get off, stumbling only slightly. “ so prospect, you got the keys or do i gotta strip search ya? ” she teased, before rubbing her eyes tiredly. she didn’t know how she managed it, but she swore she was both hungover and drunk at the same time. “ you really oughta ice that eye, when he get in. ” as they walked towards the entrance, mara came close, burying her hand in his pocket as she lazily walked beside him.

[samcroflorida]

“i mean that i’ll be doing a test shoot tomorrow and if they like it, i’ll become part of their roster” she spoke, tilting her head to the side as though it was the most common thing in the world. she knew quite well that grayson didn’t share, having seen quite a few guys get their faces smashed in, because they’d try to get up on her or gotten a little too close for comfort. but she’d noticed the anger laced in his calm words, instantly becoming more nervous than she’d been just moments prior. she’d gotten what she’d wanted from him — him admitting what he’d been doing and why he showed up bloodied to their home. the words he spoke were true, and she believed them down to her core, which was partially the reason why she’d jumped up on him. feeling his hands tear at her clothes, aileen moaned against his lips, just trying to forget their fight and feel just a little bit closer to the man she loved. because she did. she truly did love him, though she’d never told him so. “i need you” she murmured against his lips, before their lips were entwined again.

“ no. ” he snapped, honestly wanting to put his fist through a wall, just to feel something break. here she was riding him about keeping secrets and she’d just sprung this on him. no conversation. no understanding. his thumb brushed at his nose before rubbing his mouth, trying to inhaling calming breaths. he wasn’t sure that was going to help, not when he wanted to kick someone’s teeth in. gray knew that any psychiatrist would say his inability to share was textbook for a boy who’d grown up with nothing. of course now that he had it all, he didn’t want anyone else to touch it. it was predictable of him to have grown that petty layer. his hands were careless and rough, missing the tenderness that he usually reminded himself to use with aileen. he didn’t care about tender in that moment. he was too angry, too horny. he walked with her until her back touched the wall of the hallway.

the first time they’d fucked, he’d found himself laughing between the kisses. all this time later, he couldn’t remember if it had been something she said or if it had just been the idea of sleeping with daughter of a man who definitely wanted him dead. now he didn’t laugh. his kisses weren’t playful, they were sharp and almost sad. the idea of his old lady, his girl, the closest woman to love he knew being flashed around for some underage cocks to spank to made his blood boil. at her soft words, he felt some of that rage ease, his hands that had been gripping her tighter than a vice loosened slightly. “ tell me again. ”