Angel stood outside of the courthouse. She had sat through the hearing and endured the stares of her former co-workers, but she finally had to get out of there and get some fresh air even before the judge made his ruling. She had just stepped off the wide marble stairs and onto the green grass that led out into the courtyard when she heard Kyle calling out to her. She hadn’t spoken much to Kyle since that first couple of weeks after Micah—or Dan—was killed. He made it clear to her even as they found one piece of evidence after the other that this had been a big game Dan had been playing with everyone’s lives, that he still wasn’t okay with her being with Dax. Unfortunately, he had kind of gotten his way for the past six months since Dax had been sitting in county jail. The FBI had seven felony charges they were trying to make stick. The first one was the death of Mad Max. They had a weapon they believed was used to dismember him, with Dax’s fingerprints on it. When Micah’s things were searched, a key was found to a storage facility. Two bodies were found in vats of acid inside the containers. So far, they have yet to be identified. But the big discovery in Dax’s favor were several hacksaws, just like the one the FBI had, bought at the same place by the same person. Dax couldn’t explain his fingerprints but David seemed to think Micah might have transferred them somehow from computer files the task force already had. Dax’s attorney, Nathan, planned to have an expert testify to the ways that could be done. The platinum coins were found in Micah’s things, so those charges had to be dropped against Dax, and since Hawk had been at the ranch safe and sound the whole time, they of course had to drop any murder charges with regards to him.

The ranch was searched thoroughly and nothing incriminating was found, not even any weapons. The DA tried to charge Dax with kidnapping in Angel’s case, but her testimony was that Dax had shown up just in time to save her. All in all, they didn’t have much of a case and, Angel was praying that she could take him home with her today, to the ranch where they both belonged now. She looked up at her brothers as they got closer—all four of them. “Hey, are you okay?” Kyle asked.

“Yeah. I guess it’s going to take me some time to get used to everyone I used to work with, and those that had respect for me in the past, looking at me like I’m a criminal now. It just got a little bit stifling in there.”

Angel could tell by the look on Kyle’s face that he had something to say, but he was still thinking it through. Mickey, who never thought much of anything through, opened his big arms and she folded herself into them. As Mickey hugged her she felt David’s and Sam’s hands on her shoulders. Dad was right. Agree or disagree, this was what family was about. They were there to support her, no matter what. She looked back up at Kyle and thought, “Three out of four ain’t bad.” That was when her brother surprised her by giving her a big hug of his own and whispering in her ear, “I love you. I want you to be happy. Just please be safe and promise you’ll keep in touch and call me if you need anything at all.”

She had tears in her eyes when she pulled back and looked at his face. Her face. Their faces were so much alike. “I promise. I love you too. Thank you, Kyle.”

He shook his head. “Don’t thank me, Angel. I’ve been such an ass.”

“What changed your mind?”

He shrugged and David said, “Well, unfortunately as usual, I was locked away in the lab when it happened…but I heard that our big brother stood up for you in the station house the other day. He took on three rookies from day shift and did some pretty good damage.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry, Kyle. I don’t want you to have to fight for me.”

Kyle held her back at arm’s length and said, “Are you kidding? Have I been such an ass lately that I’ve given you the impression I wouldn’t fight for you? I’ll fight for you until my last breath, little sister. I can say what I want to you, and even about you. But every time one of those sonsabitches opens his mouth about you, he’s going to get my fist in it.”

She was touched. “Thank you, but don’t do it at work.” Kyle rolled his eyes.

“Always nagging.”

Angel got a hug then from Sam, who’d told her before Dax’s hearing started that he would be willing to testify for him about how violent Micah was. Angel was touched, but she didn’t think he was going to need to. She had a good feeling about this evidentiary hearing today. She was sure today would be the day that she’d finally be able to bring him home.

“Hey, look!” Mickey was looking toward the courthouse and they all followed suit. Angel felt a lump rise in her throat as she saw the big man coming down the stairs. Nathan had put him in a suit and tie, and he had the jacket slung over one big arm and was already pulling at the tie around his neck. His hair had gotten super long while he was locked up. It touched his shoulder blades in back and he had it in an elastic band. His long legs ate up half the sidewalk with each step as he walked toward them. She felt Kyle’s hand on her shoulder.

“Call me,” he said. She nodded and blew him a kiss. Sam kissed her cheek and followed Kyle. David winked at her and said:

“I don’t have to tell you to call me, I know you will as soon as you need something.” Angel laughed and punched him in the arm right before Mickey grabbed her up in another crushing hug. When he let go of her he turned toward Dax and said:

“I’m gonna be out on a boat here pretty quick, but if she needs me…”

Dax grinned. “I’ll swim out and find you.” Mickey shook his hand, gave Angel another squeeze, and headed for his car. Finally, Dax and Angel were alone. “They dropped all the charges.”

“All of them?”

“Yeah. The DA told Nathan something about finding journals that psycho kept in a safe deposit box—did you know about that?”

“No. I had no idea.”

“Apparently, it’s going to help solve a string of cold cases between here and New York.”

Angel smiled. “So you’re really free? You’re all mine?”

Dax slid his arm around her shoulders and said, “Yours and the hogs. Damn, I missed you both.”

Angel giggled as they walked toward the parking lot. She’d been so sure he was going to get to go home today that she’d enlisted the help of some of the crew. Clay and Pablo were waiting for them, with Dax’s Harley, freshly detailed. Dax stopped when he saw it and just stared at it for a few seconds until Angel asked, “Is that lust I see in your blue eyes?”

He laughed. “Fuck, yeah. Come on, baby, let’s go take care of all my dirty needs.”

* * *

Angel loved the feel of the Harley between her legs. She hadn’t even realized how much she missed it until she had her helmet on and she climbed up behind Dax, wrapping her hands around his waist and pressing her body into his hard back. His bike was a classic. He’d spent hours one day talking to her about the bikes in their shop at the ranch, describing the differences to her. She didn’t remember a lot of the conversation, but what she did remember was the look of excitement in his eyes when he came to his and said, “It’s a Harley Davidson classic soft-tail, all original, except for the extra chrome and the skull on the tank.” He looked at her the way he looked at his Harley, with awe in his eyes. They’d spent the six months he was in jail talking through everything during visiting hours, phone calls, and long letters. She told him everything about herself. She never wanted him to feel like she was hiding anything ever again. In return, he’d done the same. In his case, she’d burned the letters he’d sent her after she read them, just in case the statute of limitations hadn’t run out on some of them. Dax’s lifestyle was different, but for each thing he’d ever done that was outside of the law or what society considered acceptable, Angel was able to justify it somehow. She knew that was probably just her love for him talking, but she didn’t care. She wanted him. All of him. Good, bad, ugly, hot, sexy, erotic. She wanted it all.

She also loved the feel of the bike as the motor hummed between her legs. That in itself was almost erotic. Add that to the feel of Dax’s hard body, muscles flexing as he guided them down the highway, and it was practically orgasmic.

Dax was taking them up along some country road that Angel had never been on before. There were tall trees along the windy road and creek beds that ran adjacent to some of them. He had the music cranked up and set to heavy metal, and the only thing it would take Angel at that moment to feel more alive would be if he were inside of her.

When they got to a more secluded area Dax slowed down the bike and turned off the music and in his sexiest voice he said, “Talk to me, baby.”

Angel giggled. “About what?”

“You know what I like. Tell me what you want to do to me while I look for a place to pull over and do you.”

“God, baby, I want to do it all. I want to touch you all over. I want to lick and taste your whole body. I want to feel that thick, hard cock up against my lips and in my mouth and hitting the back of my throat…” She had her mouth pressed into his ear and she felt him shiver as she talked.

“Oh, baby, you’re going to kill me. Fuck…six months…”

“I want you to fuck me on the Harley. Will you do that for me, Dax? Take me right out here in the open and show the whole fucking world who I belong to.”

“Fuck yeah.” Dax suddenly pulled the bike to the right, stopping it in a turnout alongside the road. He climbed off the bike and she started to as well. “Take off your clothes and get back on.” Angel felt her face go hot at the thought of someone coming by and seeing them, but as she was stripping off her clothes, she realized that it was also making her wet. Especially when she looked up and saw Dax standing naked and hard in front of her. She reached for him and he said, “Not yet, baby. If you touch me, it might be over. Get on the bike.”

Angel smiled at him and did as he asked. She climbed on, facing away from him, and he used his big hands to push her forward. Her pussy lips pressed into the warm leather seat and she shuddered. She felt him climb up behind her and press his warm chest into her back. She could feel how hard his cock was as it pressed into her as well. His hands went around and he cupped a breast in each one of them. He began to squeeze and massage them, letting his fingers flick across the hard nipples. The air was cool and the contrast between that and the heat of his hands was electrifying. She wiggled back and pressed her ass into him as he pinched and pulled on her nipples with one hand and let the other trace down across her stomach until he reached her wet pussy. He growled and leaned down, taking a bite out of her shoulder and mumbling into her skin about how hot she was. He sucked across her shoulder and neck, leaving purple bruises in his wake. As he did that, his fingers moved in and out of her pussy. She bucked up and down on his hand, pressed under her into the leather seat, and pushed back and ground into him as hard as she could. Dax moaned again and sat up straight, pulling his fingers out of her soaked pussy and bringing them to his lips and tasting her.

“Fuck, baby, you taste good. I’m going to eat you all night long tonight. But right now, I need to be inside of you.”

Angel moaned and nodded. She couldn’t get enough air to speak. She felt him lift her again, up off the seat and onto his lap. He pushed forward until her pussy was lined up with his hard cock and then he slowly let her down until his entire shaft was inside of her and her ass was pressed up against his thighs. He put his lips against her ear and kissed all along the outside of it as he moved her around in his lap, gently letting his cock massage the insides of her slick walls. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit down on it just as one of his big fingers found her clit and began to rub it while he fucked her. Angel felt like her head was going to explode, and she gripped onto the handlebars and used them as leverage to pull herself up and down on his cock, slamming him harder and deeper into her each time. She was getting loud as the orgasm approached and Dax rubbed harder and whispered sexy words of encouragement into her ear. He used his free hand to move her long hair away from her neck and suck the tender, already bruised flesh back into his mouth. He sucked and licked and even nibbled until she screamed out in ecstasy and came all over his cock, his thighs, and the seat that the guys on the ranch had just detailed. She didn’t care.

Dax waited for her to calm down and then he took her waist in his big hands and began moving her up and down hard and fast as he flexed his hips and brought his cock up into her deep, hitting bottom each time. He was grunting and groaning and Angel was gasping and panting for breath and any wild animals that were hiding in the trees were probably scared away by all the noise. Angel screamed with a second orgasm just as Dax filled her up with his. He kept rocking up into her, and she back into him, for a long time before either of them were willing to stop and come down from their high.

“Jesus,” Dax said when he could speak again.

“Yep,” Angel agreed. He was holding onto her still, and she was grateful because she wasn’t even sure her leg muscles could hold her on the bike right then.

“You’re a real fucking old lady now,” he said, grinning against her face.

“Good.” She leaned back into him and closed her eyes. She wanted to enjoy him for just another second before they had to go back to the ranch and she had to share him with his adoring “fans,” as she called them. They’d all been anxiously awaiting his arrival home, even Hawk, whom, surprisingly, Dax had invited to stay. Angel wasn’t sure how well that would work when the men had to see each other every day…but so far Hawk had been on his best behavior.

“You ready to go home, baby?”

“Yes,” she said, breathlessly. She started to sit up and he held her back for one last kiss. She heard the low rumble of an approaching car and she wiggled harder, trying to get out of his arms so she could grab her clothes. Dax held her in place and when the car passed, honking and waving, Dax simply waved back. Angel’s face flushed red. Thinking about getting caught was hot, but actually getting caught was a whole new experience for her.

“My old lady,” Dax said, kissing her neck again. “Let’s go.” She lifted up off the bike and he slapped her on the ass and said, “We need to get you some tats.”

Angel smiled. Her new life was going to be an adventure…and she couldn’t wait.