It was almost eleven p.m. when Angel and Dax got back to the ranch that evening. It had been one hell of a day. According to Dax’s men, as soon as the truck pulled up the Sinners descended on them from the back of another truck that had been parked nearby. It was a full-on ambush. Beezy was shot right off the bat. The rest of the men returned fire. According to them and the police, at least one of the Sinners had been hit in the crossfire. A man walking by with his dog had been the one to call the police, which according to the Skulls really sucked, since Scar and Franklin were both now sitting in the county lock-up charged with violation of their parole for possession of a firearm and association with known gang members.

Dax had been grilled again by Angel’s dad and Kyle before finally being released to go see Beezy, who was in critical condition. He was in a foul mood, and Angel had actually been hesitant to go back to the ranch with him. Once they got there he didn’t give her the opportunity to head over to the house she had stayed in the night before. He took her by the hand and without a word, led her to his room. She knew that she should be afraid of him, but even seeing him so angry hadn’t made her fear for her own safety in the least.

Once inside his room, Dax sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress next to him. Angel sucked in a shaky breath and sat down next to him. She knew that she shouldn’t be there, but not because she thought he might hurt her. It was herself that she didn’t trust in this situation. “Those guys you shot at were from the Sinners. I don’t have a fucking clue how they knew where to find me, but they obviously knew I would be alone. The rest of them were busy stealing from us and shooting Beezy. They want a war with us and as much as I’ve enjoyed having you around”—he looked up at her and smiled then—“and watching you shoot, I can’t let you stay here any longer. It’s too dangerous.”

Angel nodded. She couldn’t very well insist on staying after everything that had happened. That would be suspicious. “Okay. I’ll leave in the morning. Are you okay?”

The look in his eyes softened almost right before her own. “I will be. These motherfuckers are not going to get away with this…any of it.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes.”

“Did they really steal fertilizer?”

Dax cocked an eyebrow at her and with a little grin he said, “As far as you need to know, they did.” She hadn’t really expected it to be that easy, but she’d had to try.

“Okay, one more?” He nodded and she said, “What is it that they want from you guys? In the long run, I mean?”

“Territory,” he said. “This territory is a hell of a lot more profitable than the one they’re in. They run a small part of a big city and the police are cracking down on them hard. Out here…well, let’s just say things can go unnoticed a lot easier and leave it alone there.”

“I see,” she said. “Do you like this life, Dax?”

“I love my club and my life,” he said without hesitation. “You have to understand that this outlaw stuff is not the norm. Those assholes, the Sinners and their prez Hawk, are bloodthirsty pieces of shit. We’re not like that. We are content to go about our daily business and not bother anyone. But Hawk started this and he’s not going away until we end it. It sucks, but that’s just a part of this life.”

Angel could tell that he seethed with hate when he talked about Hawk. She’d done her research on him as well and she couldn’t say that she blamed Dax for hating him. She nodded again and then yawned. “I should go, so you can get some rest.” She stood up and suddenly Dax’s right hand was on her wrist. He didn’t grab her hard, or even tightly. She could have easily taken her arm and walked away. That was until he looked up at her with those deep blue eyes and said:

“Stay with me tonight. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but please stay and let me hold you. I’m not sure when I’ll get to see you again…”

Angel’s thoughts were reeling. Did she really want to be that close to what her family and all her co-workers would refer to as “swine?” As she was having that thought, Dax brought his hand up and took a stray piece of hair that was hanging down in her eyes and gently moved it, placing it back over her shoulder. Then he leaned in to kiss her. She knew it was her last chance to get out of the room before it went too far. His warm lips were on hers then, slowly running back and forth along first the top and then the bottom. Goosebumps were racing down her spine and her heart was pounding at an alarming rate. She forgot that she wasn’t supposed to be there in his room. She forgot that she wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it, and when he brought his hands up and put them on the sides of her face to bring her closer for a hot, deep, lingering kiss, she practically forgot her own name.

As the kiss went on forever, he began to undress her, slowly. She didn’t resist and in fact when he pulled up her shirt, she raised her arms to help him get it off over her head. Once the shirt was out of the way, he began kissing her again, this time also caressing her back and sides with erotic strokes of his long, calloused fingers.

He slid his lips down the side of her face to her neck and while she gasped for oxygen he began to kiss and gently nip the sensitive skin there. He dropped his hands to the top of her jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them as he kissed and licked his way down to where her skimpy lace bra was still covering her breasts. Sliding one hand up her back he deftly unhooked the bra and sat back to watch her slide it down her arms and expose her naked tits to him. He groaned when he saw them and then bent forward again, this time sucking a nipple into his mouth as he did. Angel gasped and wrapped her fingers up in his long, soft hair. She held him to her chest while he suckled at one breast and played with the nipple of the other with his fingers. Her panties had been wet almost since the moment she laid eyes on him…now they were drenched.

He pleasured her breasts and nipples for a long time before sliding down off the bed and onto his knees in front of her. He unzipped her boots and one at a time pulled them off and tossed them aside. Then with his eyes on her face he took hold of the top of her jeans with both hands and she lifted her ass as he pulled them off her. She was sitting in front of his scrutinizing eyes then in nothing but a thin, almost nonexistent thong. He let two of his fingers slide up the inside of her thigh and snake up underneath the front of her thong. Angel whimpered as the backs of his fingers danced across the swollen lips of her pussy. He smiled at her and twisted the fabric in his hands, ripping off the panties and then tossing them aside. He pushed her knees apart then and with another groan, he buried his face in her pussy.

He started by licking off all the juices she’d made just while they were kissing. It was running down the inside of her thighs and coated the lips of her pussy. He let his tongue run along her slit, back and forth, up and down…he was driving her wild and her clit was throbbing and aching for attention. She let the top half of her body fall on the bed just as his mouth found her clit. She cried out his name and pulled hard at his hair when he sucked it into his mouth. He held it between his full lips and sucked on it. It felt like fucking heaven and torture all at the same time.

Dax turned out to be the most skilled pussy licker that Angel had ever encountered, even counting the lesbian she’d experimented with on a few occasions in college. His tongue moved from her clit to her opening and began to probe there. It was crazy hot for him to both be eating her pussy and fingering it at the same time. The orgasm that she’d been trying to hold back suddenly exploded. It was like a glass door shattered inside her chest and the pieces went everywhere. She felt a rush of heat that threatened to burn her alive and then the flood of fluids between her legs. Dax didn’t stop licking, or kissing, or sucking. He just did it all slower and gentler, working her through her orgasm as she writhed on the bed and moaned.

As soon as she began to regain her wits, she sat up. She took both of his hands and tried to pull him up. It was like trying to pull a metal pole out of cement; he didn’t budge. He waited until she gave up and then with a grin, he got to his feet. He pulled off his vest and t-shirt while she unhooked his jeans. She pushed them down past his hips and his massive erection popped out at full attention.

She reached for it and slowly and seductively wrapped her fingers around it. She could feel it throb in her hand, and she closed it a little tighter and began to slide it up and down, running her fingers over the swollen, leaking head. Dax let out a sexy moan and Angel leaned forward and let her tongue glide across the silky fluid and then down the shaft. Dax reached for her hair and fisted two handfuls of it just as she lined up her lips with his head and sucked it all the way into her mouth. He was huge and she had to work to get her mouth open wide enough to take him all the way in. Once she did, she let him slide out slowly and then sucked him back in, taking his length and girth all the way to the back of her throat. She brought one hand up and used her long fingernails to gently scratch along his upper thighs…and then she used her fingers to gently squeeze and massage his sac as she sucked on that beautiful cock. Dax was groaning loudly and breathing out her name. He was pulling her hair and moving his hips. He was fucking her mouth, gagging her on his huge cock…and she loved every second of it. She wanted more. She wanted him inside of her.

She let the hot, wet length of her tongue twist around his shaft while the head lay in the back of her throat. She held it there and swallowed around it, letting her throat muscles squeeze and massage it. Finally, he pushed her back and looked down at her with a look of passion in his eyes that once again threatened to set her on fire from the inside out.

He leaned down and caught her under the arms and pulled her to her feet. Then he pulled her up off the floor and into a deep, hot kiss. Their naked bodies were pressed together and Angel thought she might have never felt anything so good up against her. His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass tightly and squeezed as his tongue devoured her mouth. When he finally let her go, he dropped her down to the bed and again lifted her up, pushing her back into the middle of it.

He leaned down over her and began to use his mouth to explore the places on her body that his hands had been making a map of. He kissed and licked and sucked and then kissed some more, until there wasn’t a part of her body left untouched and she was panting and scratching at his back like a cat in heat. Pulses of both pleasure and frustration flooded her system, and she reached down and once again wrapped her hand around his throbbing erection. She lifted her hips up off the bed and said:

“Dax, please…”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please fuck me. God, please. I need you to fuck me.”

He smiled and leaned over to the nightstand. He pulled a condom out of a container there and she watched in wide-eyed fascination as he rolled it on. Then taking his length in his own hand he began to tease her again by rubbing the covered head up and down along her wet slit. “Dax…” She was whining at that point. She felt desperate, like she’d never felt before. It wasn’t desire or lust or want…it was need.

“Okay, baby,” he said with a grin. He let the head of his thick cock penetrate her opening and then he stopped. She whimpered and with another grin he pushed forward. The grin was replaced by a look of pure ecstasy as her soft velvety walls encased him. “Fuck!” He started to move in and out of her then, pumping her hard and fast. He was grunting and groaning like an animal, breathing out her name and the word “Fuck!” over and over again. She was making as much noise as he was. He fit her perfectly and felt so good that she wanted it to last forever. He fucked her relentlessly for a long time and then suddenly pulled out, leaving her gasping. He wasn’t finished though. He flipped her over onto her belly and slid his hand underneath her. She put her ass up in the air and he drove himself into her again; this time in one thrust he filled her up. As soon as she felt him bottom out she had an incredible, earth-shattering orgasm.

He didn’t stop, or slow down. He continued to pound her from behind, reaching up to grab her tits with both hands and squeeze and massage them as he plunged in and out of her. She was shaking from the orgasm but she felt like she was spiraling toward another one fast.

He reached up with one hand and grabbed a handful of her hair as his ball sac slapped into her aching pussy with each thrust. Then out of the blue he raised his other hand and brought it down onto her ass, slapping it hard. It stung and felt so fucking incredible at the same time. She moaned and he did it again. He kept fucking her, slapping her ass, and pulling her hair. She’d never been so wet in her life and she’d never come so many times that she lost count. When he finally reached the peak of his own climax he held onto her hair like it was a horse’s mane and he was riding bareback, and it was the most incredibly sexy thing that anyone had ever done to her or with her.

They collapsed down onto the bed together with him pressing into her back and her having a hard time breathing. She didn’t care, however. Dax Marshall could gladly suffocate her as long as he did it with that monster cock up inside of her pussy. She let herself enjoy it all. She let herself float on the clouds of pleasure and lust until he at last lifted himself up off her and whispered, “I’ll be right back.” She looked up and watched his tight ass disappear into the bathroom. He had a huge tattoo on his back…of a skull. That was what triggered it, the realization of what she’d just done. She hadn’t just cheated on Micah…she’d done it with the man she was supposed to be trying to bring down. The president of one of the most notorious gangs on the East Coast. She’d just fucked a criminal, a murderer maybe. She lay there and let that sink in and then she wondered why she didn’t feel bad. Why was it that she was still lying there hoping he’d come back ready for more by the time he returned? She was in so much fucking trouble.