Dax couldn’t get enough of Angel’s body. It was fucking perfect and he wondered how she kept it that way. Every muscle was defined, but not hard and bulky like a man’s. Her body was firm and curvy in the right places, but even though there was no fat, she was soft and pliable. He felt sometimes like he could mold her into anything he wanted by just kneading her soft skin. The truth was that she was exactly what he wanted, though, so there would be no point.

Her breasts were perfect. They were round and he could hold one in each hand without much left over, and he loved that. He’d been with a lot of women, some with huge breasts and some with none at all…but none of their breasts had ever done for him what hers did. He had to have another taste. He bent his head down again and surrounded one of her nipples with his wet lips while using one of his hands to massage the other one and tweak the nipple. He loved the way she arched up into him as he sucked on it. He loved the sexy little whimper that softly escaped from her pretty mouth as he did.

As he got more turned on, it got harder for him to be gentle. He’d thought that was what she needed that morning, but she was responding with passion—and he loved it hard, rough, and sometimes even fast. He moved so that he was straddling her hips and his throbbing, aching cock danced against her skin. She gasped at the contact, and that sound spurred him on and made him kiss and suck and even bite, all harder. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat and so was he. Their bodies stuck together as he rolled his tongue around her nipple and she ground her hips up. He listened to the sounds she was making and felt her body tense and then relax, tense and then relax, tense and then relax…until at last she only tensed. The relaxation didn’t come. He pressed his tongue down flat and let it press and rub against her breast hard, pushing the orgasm that he could tell she was holding back right up to the surface. She cried out and dug her fingers into his back as she came. He’d never been with a woman who could reach her climax without his even touching her pussy. He loved that about her too.

Dax rocked his hips against hers and bit down on her nipple as she came. She was thrusting and grinding against him, and his cock was burning a hole in his shorts. She shuddered hard and then her whole body began to shake. He waited for a few seconds for her to calm down before he released the nipple between his teeth and then he pushed up just enough to strip off his shorts. His cock hurt, he wanted inside of her so badly. Lately it was the only way he could feel complete. It was like she’d been the part of him that was missing for over thirty years and at last he’d found her.

He positioned himself back up over her and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and panted and gasped for breath. Then he felt her hand slide down and take hold of his hot, pulsating cock. She squeezed it and started moving her hand up and down the shaft. He suddenly forgot that he was going to shove it in her pussy as she began slithering down underneath him, licking his body as she went. He lifted his hips and let her face settle down between his legs and suddenly her hot little tongue was on the tip of his dick, licking the little silky bead of pre-cum that was oozing out the top. He groaned as she continued to let it swirl across and around the head. He felt it surge and for a second he worried he was going to lose control and come all over her face.

Then those warm, soft lips of hers wrapped around him and as she moved him in and out of his mouth, she let her tongue swirl around, up and down the shaft. She held the base of it in her hand as she licked and sucked it like she was bent on devouring him. Her other hand was massaging his balls gently and every so often she’d use two fingers to press against the spot that made his balls fill with even more hot sperm and his cock would surge and swell again, against her tongue. He started thrusting his hips forward and backward, and she closed her mouth tighter and sucked harder so that it was effort for him to pull back out of her mouth. She was incredible. He’d had a million blow jobs and not one of them had even come close to the way hers made him feel. She alternated between sucking on the tip and letting his cock fill the back of her throat. She even used her mouth on his balls, gently sucking each one in her lips and rolling them against her tongue. She seemed to enjoy it so much, bringing him to the edge of an orgasm, and then changing up what she was doing so that he didn’t come too soon. He finally had to roll over onto his back and she followed him, then took hold of the base once more and began to bob her head up and down at a rapid pace. His back was arched then and he was thrusting his hips up wildly, choking her at times when one of his thrusts landed him too far down the back of her throat. He kept his eyes opened and watched her. It was fucking sexy to see her mouth stretched open and her lips attached to his dick as he fucked her mouth.

At last he couldn’t take it a second longer. He reached down and grabbed her underneath her arms and pulled her up on top of him. She slid that soaking wet pussy across his hot cock, getting him soaking wet with her juices, and then she lifted her hips and used her hand to guide him up into her pussy. When he realized that she hadn’t taken off her little lace thong he was filled with another surge of passion. He liked the feel of the lace along the side of his dick as her soft, wet, warm pussy gripped his shaft and massaged it with each thrust. He’d thrust up into her and then she would raise her hips and let him pull out slowly and then they would repeat the act. Dax took her slim hips between his hands as he got even more excited and used them to hold her in place while he shoved his cock up deep into her tight pussy. She was moaning and her head was thrown back, and he reached up and took her nipples between his finger and thumb and pinched and pulled on them as she rode him. She was the sexiest, most erotic thing he’d ever seen as she bounced up and down on his cock. Their hips slapped together each time he bottomed out inside of her and she’d let out a sexy, almost desperate sound. It didn’t take long before he knew he couldn’t hold his climax back any longer. He let go of her breast and took her hand in his and guided it down to her clit. He loved watching her manipulate her own clit with her fingers. He wanted to watch her masturbate while he came. He wanted to send her spiraling down into another massive orgasm.

She bounced and rubbed and he thrust and dug his fingers into her hips until she cried out again, this time saying, “Fuck…Jesus…I’m coming again, Dax. Come with me this time. I want to feel you come with me.” Her voice sounded parched and her tongue came out and licked her lips. Dax liked it…no, he loved it. He held her tighter as her second orgasm began to rock his world, and he finally let go and filled her up with the hot, thick evidence of how much she turned him on.

When they both finished coming, she collapsed down onto his chest and lay there breathing hard, with her heart beating so fast and hard he could feel it through his own chest. He let his lips once again brush through her hair and she looked up at him.

He kissed her again, and the kisses were soft, sweet, and gentle. He held her in his arms and finally turned her on her side so that she could cuddle up next to him once more. She breathed out a contented sigh and nuzzled her face into his chest. They lay there like that, drifting back in and out of sleep until the spell was broken by the ringing of Dax’s phone. With a groan, he let go of her and sat up. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and picked up the phone from where he’d dropped it on the floor. He grimaced when he saw on the screen that it was Dan calling. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to him at the moment…but he couldn’t put it off forever.

“Dan,” he said as he put the phone to his ear.

“What the fuck, Dax?”

“Man, I don’t know. I fucking don’t know.”

“Who did you tell?”

“I didn’t tell anyone. My guys didn’t tell anyone. We don’t know how they knew what we were doing, or even if they did know. I mean, some of the neighborhoods my men waited in were not exactly the type of place where a dozen or more Harleys drive by in tight formation very often. Maybe someone in one of the houses called the cops.”

“They have the coins. I hope you’re prepared for a shit storm, because one is about to come. You’ll have the FBI camping out back for a while, and there’s so much fucking press in this town that I can hardly push through in my car. It’s a fucking mess and I have to tell you, Dax, I was sorely disappointed. I was looking forward to finally being able to retire. Now I have fucking nothing.”

“I’m sorry, Dan, I really am. We did our best. I have one man dead, another in the hospital, and now three more in jail, soon to be four.”

“Well, that’s too bad, Dax, because I’ve got another job for you, but you’re going to need every man you can get on this.”

Dax sat up straighter. “Another job? Really? After this one went so badly?”

“Yeah. It’s not something I can ask just anyone. I need Hawk dead like yesterday. I know that you don’t like him anymore than I do. As a matter of fact, I think you may even despise him more.”

“I do. But…”

“But what? Man, you used to have a reputation as being the hardest, meanest son of a bitch on the planet. What the fuck happened to you?” Dax looked over at Angel again and almost smiled. There she was. She was what happened to him.

“So I can do this discreetly? I mean, you don’t want any public statements sent or anything like that?”

“Hell, no. That club will be guessing what happened to that fat bastard until the year 2040.”

“Okay, then,” he told Dan with one last look at Angel. “I’ll do it.”

“Great! I’ll get in touch with you tomorrow with the details of what I want.” Dax ended the call with a shudder. Hawk had been on his hit list for years and the only way to explain the fact that he hadn’t killed him yet was fear. He wasn’t afraid of Hawk, or the Sinners, or even the cops. What he was afraid of was ending up in a six-foot-by-six-foot cell for the rest of his life. And he was also afraid that his father was looking down on him, and he’d be so disappointed to know that his son couldn’t handle the rivalry without resorting to violence. That was what he’d told Dax his entire life…always do your best to handle every situation without violence. Violence will make people fear you, but using your head to be a smart, fair leader will get you the respect that you deserve…and let you keep it.

He was about to get up out of bed and head for the shower when the phone rang again. It was Garfield, one of the prospects. They called him that because he was slightly pudgy and his hair was almost the exact shade as that of the grumpy cartoon cat.

“Dax…man…I’m sorry to put this on you when you have so much on your plate, but they shot Luke and Charlie…”

“Wait, slow down. Who shot who again?”

“Hawk. He’s at the front gates with about twenty-five bikes. They shot Bruce James, and they’re headed up towards the clubhouse now.”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “Garfield, listen to me carefully. Lock that place down tight and then start making phone calls to anyone on the ranch right now and tell them to do the same. I want that ranch looking like a ghost town before they get to our door.”