Angel had done her research. She was up to speed on each term the bikers had for each woman within their circle. The only one that she’d heard used on the ranch was “old lady.” The rest of the girls were simply referred to as “club girls.” So, as she sat and looked at Dax she wondered if that meant the technical definition of an "old lady" didn’t apply. After all, he was possessive. What she’d read about being an old lady was that although she would “belong” to him, he could demand that she perform sexual acts on anyone in the club at any time. He would have complete control over her and her sexuality and while that excited her on a one-on-one basis, the alternative terrified her. She’d already crossed too many lines. She wasn’t about to climb over that one.

He was looking at her, expectantly. She took a deep breath and said, “Can you tell me exactly what that would mean?”

“It would mean that you’re mine.”

She nodded. “So I would only be with you? I wouldn’t be expected to be with anyone else.”

Dax looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “You would be expected to just be with me, only me. No one else better even think about touching you.”

Angel smiled. “Well then, how could I resist?”

“I was wondering,” he said with a grin.

Dax took a patch out of his pocket. It had a white background with black skull and crossbones embroidered on it. Across the bones it read “Southside Skulls.” At the top of the patch it said “Prez,” just like the one that Dax wore. Angel knew that Kyle and Micah were going to go ballistic. Micah had to know that she was sleeping with Dax by now, but he’d know it for sure as soon as she put on that patch. She told herself once again that she was only doing her job…

She reached for the patch and Dax took her hand instead, so that they were both holding it. He leaned in and kissed her lips, softly licking them and then sucking them one at a time into his mouth. He slid his mouth down the side of her face to her neck. She closed her eyes and let her head drift to the side, exposing it to him. He kissed her lightly at first, letting his lips just brush softly against her skin. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she let out a long, deep moan as he began to kiss her harder. He slid his hands up the side of her face and held it gently as he covered her mouth with hers again. He parted her lips with his tongue and then he kissed her hard and possessively, almost painfully. Every part of her body was alive in that moment, and on fire. She kissed him back hungrily, pulling at his vest and shirt as she did. She wanted his clothes gone. She wanted to feel his hot body pressed against hers.

The first few times they’d made love in the clubhouse Angel worried that the door wasn’t locked and someone would walk in. At this point she honestly wouldn’t have cared if the whole crowd stood by. She knew what was coming and she knew that it would be worth whatever it took to get there. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and down his back. Once she reached the bottom of his shirt she tugged at it, but he was more interested in hers. He pushed her shirt up until it was under her arms and then she reluctantly pulled out of the kiss and pushed it the rest of the way off. His hands began moving over her bare arms and down her back. His fingers traced and tickled across her collarbone and down to the swell of her breast. She was light-headed and out of breath by the time he said, “Take the rest of this off, now.”

She stood up, weaving toward him slightly. He reached down and unzipped her black boots, helping her take off first one and then the other and tossing them across the room. Then he held onto her waist while she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down. She reached back and unclasped her bra. She let it fall off and it landed in his lap. He tossed it aside and while he didn’t have a hold on her she stripped off her panties. He leaned forward while she was bent over and nibbled across her shoulder. His bites got harder as he got close to her neck again. She whispered his name as he made his way up to her ear. He let his tongue trace the outline of it before sucking the lobe into his mouth, all the while his hands ran up and down her sides, pausing to let his thumbs trace across her rock-hard nipples.

She continued to tug at his shirt until she got it most of the way up. He had to let go of the skin in his mouth to pull it off over his head, but he went right back to what he was doing once it was gone. She let her hands explore the contours of his chest and back, feeling the taut muscles ripple against her palms. Suddenly his mouth was on one of her breasts, licking and sucking and biting at the nipple. She was moaning, loudly. She didn’t care. The whole house could hear her for all she cared. She loved what he was doing and she didn’t want him to stop. Before Dax she’d never known just how fine that line between pleasure and pain was. She loved it when he brought her just to the brink of pain, only to back off and turn it into pure pleasure. He would bite all the way around her nipples and when they stung and even burned, he’d use the cool moisture of his tongue to lick it all better.

He suddenly grabbed her more firmly and tossed her onto the bed beside him. Then he stood up and pulled down his pants and shorts. Looking down at her in the moonlight he let out a little primal sound before saying, “You’re mine, Angel.” She nodded. “That wasn’t a question. You’re mine.” His voice was serious, harsh and sexy all at the same time and she shivered. He climbed up over her and kissed her again, deep and passionately, but taking a bit more time with it. Then he rubbed his pulsating erection between her legs as he bit and sucked at her lips. She could feel the moisture from her pussy pooling between her legs. She needed him inside of her. She was aching for it…physically, it was actually painful.

“Dax, please.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“To do what?”

“Fuck me! I want you to fuck me, Dax!”

He rubbed into her harder, pressing into her clit. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. She felt like she was set to have an orgasm already, just from that touch. “Who do you belong to, Angel?”

“You!”

“Who is the only man on this earth that gets to touch you…ever…again…?”

“You, Dax! It’s you, baby. I don’t want anyone else to touch me.”

“That’s my girl.” He leaned down and kissed her again and whispered, “Don’t ever forget it,” before driving himself into her all at once and without warning. She cried out as the head of his cock bottomed out inside of her and the rest of it completely filled her up. “That what you want?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

He reached down with one hand and put her leg up on one of his shoulders and then he took the other one and did the same. He was buried so deeply inside of her she felt like they were one person and when he began to move, something inside of her shattered and the pieces threatened to cut her soul into shreds. She arched her back and butt up off the bed and thrust her hips into his. He reached down and took one of her breasts in his hand and cupped it, using his fingers to pinch and manipulate her nipple. She groaned and whimpered and writhed underneath him. The more she responded with her sounds and movements, the harder he pinched and pulled. She felt the orgasm approaching from her toes before it hit. It slammed into her body so hard that if she’d been a train it would have derailed her. She always came like this with Dax. It was like nothing she even knew existed, much less had ever experienced. God help her, but nothing Micah ever did compared to that. She clawed at Dax’s shoulders and back as she came, and he bent down and took a piece of skin from her neck into his mouth and continued to rock into her until at last she began to relax.

She felt light-headed when she finished and every part of her body was quivering. Dax slowly let her legs down on the bed and grinned down at her. He had one dimple on the left side of his face that drove her crazy. She could swear that she felt another gush of fluid from her pussy just from that look. “Roll over, baby,” he told her. She turned onto her belly and Dax slid his big hand underneath her and pushed up. She came up on her knees, bringing her ass up off the bed. He gripped it with both hands and massaged it for several seconds before drawing one of his hands back and smacking it, hard. Then he massaged it again and smacked it again. He did that several times before reaching down between her legs and dipping his fingers into her wetness. He brought them up to her pink, puckered, and virgin anus and rubbed them around the opening. Angel’s body tensed, but he went slowly and deliberately began working his wet fingers in and out of her. “Put your hand on your pussy, baby. Rub your clit.” Angel slid her hand underneath her and easily found her engorged clit. She moaned desperately as she rubbed it in time to what his fingers were doing to her ass. She tensed up again when she realized he’d brought the fat head of his cock to press against her opening. He reached under her and took hold of one of her breasts and squeezed it as he said, “Rub yourself, baby. Rub it hard. Make that pussy come again while I take this cherry and make all of you mine.”

His words were almost enough to make her cum again. She felt him press into her harder and she forced herself to relax into him. When he pushed forward, it hurt and she had to bite down on the pillow. But once he was inside and he began to work his throbbing cock in and out and her fingers danced against her swollen clit, it was an incredibly erotic experience. She began to move with him, pushing back as she used her own fingers to coax another orgasm towards her pussy.

“You’re so fucking tight. So hot. I’m not going to last, baby. I’m going to shoot my hot cum up inside of you. Come with me.” He slapped her ass again hard. “Come, Angel. Fucking rub that clit, make that pussy come!” His teeth were gritted tightly as he spat out the words and she could feel his sweat dripping down on her back. Between that and the feel of him in her ass and her in her pussy, she fell head-first off the cliff and the freefall was so incredible, that alone would have been worth dying for. Dax grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into her hips as he came. He grunted out her name over and over and then when he was finished, he collapsed down on top of her back, crushing her into the mattress beneath him. It was un-fucking-believable. Her head was still spinning when he rolled off her and said, “When all of this shit with the Sinners is over, you need to come and live with me at the ranch.”