Angel sat with Dax for a while after he told her about Scar and they’d sipped their coffee in silence. When he spoke again, he said, “I want to go back to my house and take a shower and then I need to call a meeting and let everyone know what’s going on. Damn, I hate this shit.”

She put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she said again. Then she waited a beat and said, “Oh! Shoot. I left my phone in the guest room, I think. Can I use your keys to run and get it?”

“You locked the door?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, was I not supposed to?”

“No, babe, that’s fine.” He pulled his keys out of his pocket and handed them to her.

“Thanks, you need anything while I’m inside?”

“No, thank you. I need a hot shower in my own house. Oh, and maybe a blow job, if you’re interested.” Angel smiled. Men never failed to amaze her. Even grieving, they’re still horny.

“I’m always interested,” she said. She started to leave him there and go inside but stopped and turned back to give him a soft kiss on the lips. “I’m really sorry about your friend.” He grabbed her and stuck his tongue in her mouth, kissing her deeply.

“Thank you, baby. Having you here makes it better,” That was when the first big shot of guilt surged through her veins.

“I’ll be right back,” She hurried inside, and almost danced a happy dance when she saw there was no one in the great room. She went straight to the office, praying no one was in there. She found it empty, put the papers back—hopefully just as she’d found them—and locked the door behind her. Before she went back out to meet Dax, she also pulled the phone out of her boot.

* * *

As soon as they got to Dax’s little house, he led her into the bathroom. Pushing her bottom up against the vanity, he slipped his arms around her waist. Angel leaned into him and closed her eyes for a second as she wrapped her hands up around his neck. When she opened her eyes, he was watching himself in the mirror, running his hands up and down her back. He grinned at her and said:

“My hands look good on you.” Angel smiled. She loved it when it was just the two of them like this and she got to see a different side of him. The man who was also a boy. The one that a lot of people never got to see. She wished so badly that she could enjoy him, without being filled with anxiety and doubts.

“Your hands feel good on me,” she whispered, closing her eyes again and reveling in his touch. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, exploring her mouth like he’d never been there before, and he never wanted to leave. She loved kissing him; she could do it forever.

When he let go of her he smiled again and said, “Get undressed.” Then he went over and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature on his hand as she stripped off her clothes. Once he had the water like he wanted it and steam was curling up from the tile floor it was hitting, he turned and finished watching her undress. “Nice view,” he said, watching both sides of her as she stood in front of the mirror and took off her blouse and bra. He waited until she was finished and then he stripped off his own clothes while she watched. Each piece of hard flesh he exposed made her want him that much more. His body was a work of art and sometimes she thought she’d be content to just stare at it all day like a priceless sculpture. But then he’d touch her…and she knew that she was always going to want more.

When he was completely nude, he took her hand and stepped backwards into the shower, taking her with him. He positioned them in the small cubicle with her back to the water. She shivered as the warm rivulets of water cascaded across her hair and down her back. She tipped her head back and let the water soak her hair with her eyes closed. When she opened them, he had a bottle of shampoo in his hands. He squeezed out a dollop onto one of his palms, sat the bottle back down, and rubbed his hands together. Then he brought them up and began to massage the shampoo into her hair. She sighed contentedly as his fingers made circular motions and his palms gently gripped the sides of her head.

When he finished the most erotic shampoo that she’d ever had, he let her rinse the soap out of her hair before trading places with her. As he stood under the water he picked up the soap and lathered his palms up with it. He smiled at her again as he began at her shoulders and in slow, sensual circles he began soaping up her entire body. His hands were calloused from holding onto the throttle of his bike and working with the motors and tools in the shop out on the ranch. It was almost like being washed with a loofah, only a hell of a lot sexier. Once again he let her rinse and then it was her turn.

She used her hands to direct him to turn his back to her and then she lathered up her own palms and then used them to massage his neck, shoulders, and back. She used her fingers to work each muscle and when she reached his sexy tight ass, she spent a significant amount of time kneading and squeezing it. She did the backs of his thighs and hard calves before telling him to turn around. The sight of his now throbbing erection was hard to ignore as she started up at the top again, washing the front of his shoulders and his chest. She let her fingers lightly trace the hard lines as she worked her way down his abdomen and when she finally reached his hard cock he groaned and flexed his hips into her. He let her run her soapy hands up and down the shaft of it a few times before letting out an animalistic sound and flipping her so that her back was against the wall.

With one hand pressing into the tile above her head and the other one fondling her breasts, he kissed her again as the water rinsed the last of the soap off both of them and then he reached down and lifted one of her legs and pulled it up, so that her thigh was resting against his hip. She had to reach out and grab the towel bar for support as she felt the head of his cock pressing into the eager, slick lips of her pussy. He took himself in his hand and let the tip run up and down along her slit, dipping it in every so often, just enough to tease and entice her. She kept thrusting her hips at him, whispering, “Please, Dax,” in a raspy voice, each time he pulled away.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“You, Dax…I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me.” He kissed her lips again and then without warning he let her leg fall to the floor and flipped her around so that she was facing the tiles. He stepped back to give her room and then using one hand he bent her forward, pressing on the small of her back to get her to push out her ass. He let his fingers play up between her legs for a second, making her moan, and then suddenly he was where she wanted him, up inside of her…deep, hard, and so incredibly hot.

“Is that it, baby?”

“That’s it. God, yes, that’s it.”

As he moved slowly in and out of her he let one hand slide around front and grip her breast. He massaged the soft flesh and tweaked at her nipple as he gradually increased his pace. Her pussy was gripping him and she was back in the moment where absolutely nothing else was on her mind but the two of them. It was like they were the only people that existed…absolutely the only ones that mattered. She arched her back and rocked into him and the more he fucked her, the more she wanted. He slowly took them up to the next level, fucking her faster and harder as her moans and whimpers seemed to spur him on. He let the hand on her breast slide down her front and find her clit. As he fucked her from behind, his fingers pressed, pulled, and manipulated her swollen nub until she felt like her entire body might explode, leaving charred but satisfied pieces all over the floor of the shower and the walls of the bathroom.

As he picked the pace up even more, she felt his teeth sink into the soft part of her shoulder. His fingers were still driving her clit wild and she could feel the orgasm building until she couldn’t hold back any longer. She came hard, and loudly. Dax held onto her and rocked into her the entire time, and each one of his thrusts made her body convulse almost violently with pleasure. When she finished coming, and her body was quivering all over, he leaned in and whispered, “My turn.” Suddenly she was shoved up against the cold tile and his hands were both on her hips. She gripped the towel bar and he dug his fingers into her flesh as he bent slightly at the knees and began to thrust up into her at a pace that would have thrown her across the room if there weren’t a wall in front of her. He was bottoming out with each thrust and she knew she’d be sore almost as soon as he was finished, but she didn’t care. She loved the sounds he was making. She loved knowing how much he liked being inside of her. She loved making him come.

It didn’t take him long to reach his point of no return, and by that time she was almost ready to come again herself. His pace was almost frantic and she could feel him becoming even bigger and harder. She clenched down and the walls of her pussy gripped him like a vice. “Fuck!” he yelled out as he slammed into her several more times. “Jesus, Angel! Fuck!” he said again as she felt his orgasm explode inside of her. He moved in and out of her and with each new wave of come, he’d yell out another expletive, until they were both completely drained. As usual, he left her shaking, sore, and completely satisfied. She wondered, not for the first time, how she’d gotten along without him for this long and how she’d get along without him again once he found out that she’d been lying to him this whole time…