by Jessie Cooke
2
“Katrina Brown…Hurricane Katrina Brown…?”
Dax could hear the stress in Angel’s voice. He knew that she and Katrina didn’t like each other. He knew it had something to do with a run-in Angel had with Kat when she was a beat cop, but he didn’t have any more information than that. But he knew from the look on his old lady’s face just then that he was probably going to pay a price for entering a partnership with her and not talking to Angel about it first.
“You should have tasted that lunch she brought us today. It was fantastic. There’s some leftovers in the fridge…”
She snorted. “I wouldn’t put anything that woman touched in my mouth.” She narrowed her pretty eyes and said, “She never touched anything of yours, did she?”
Dax tried to control it, but that was too much. He burst out laughing. Angel stood with her arms folded, shooting fire out of her eyes until he was finished. “No, baby, she never touched anything of mine…so please don’t make your mouth off-limits for parts of me.”
“You think this is funny?”
“I’m sorry, babe…but it’s a little funny…”
“You know how I feel about her! You didn’t even warn me, much less ask my opinion. Now, she’ll be around here all the time. I see the way she looks at you.”
“I do know how you feel about her. I’m not sure why you and she detest each other so much, but I respect your feelings. As far as how she looks at me, it doesn’t matter. You know that I’d never touch another woman. You’re all I want, more than I ever imagined, baby. I wouldn’t screw that up for Kat or anyone else. This is just about business, and taking care of what we owe her.”
“What you owe her? That bar is a dump. You could write her a check for five hundred dollars and she could replace everything that was wrecked and have spending money left over.”
“Baby…” He reached for her; she took a step back. She was really pissed. “Hey, can we at least sit down and talk this out? I’d really like to know what happened between you and Kat to make you dislike her so much.”
“It shouldn’t matter. When we first got together, we agreed that my family was yours and yours mine. My friends yours and yours mine…and our enemies would be common as well.”
“Wow, enemies? Honestly, babe, I knew you didn’t like her but I didn’t realize it went that deep.”
“Well, it does, and now I’m going to have to run into her all the time…and picture her looking at you with that feral look she gets in her eyes and licking her lips like a hungry cat. It’s sickening.”
The muscles in his face hurt from trying to keep the smile at bay. “So, what do you want me to do, baby? The executive board already voted to be a part of this, and Gunner and Hawk are on their way to the bank to get the cash out for her. I can’t really reverse this now, so tell me how else I can make it up to you. You know I hate it when you’re mad at me.”
She rolled her eyes. “You do what you want and then you look at me with those big, blue eyes and think I’ll be so mesmerized by your gorgeous face I’ll forget what I was even mad about.”
He took another step closer to her so he was right in her space. She didn’t step back, so he took that as a good sign. “Is it working?” he asked with a grin.
“She better stay away from me.”
“I’ll make that a ground rule.”
“And she better not touch you.”
“That will be ground rule number one.”
She rolled her eyes again, and he slid his arm around her waist. Putting his mouth next to her ear and causing her to shudder he said, “Where’s Susie?”
“Zoe took her shopping for school supplies.”
“Hmm…how long will she be gone?”
“Surely you don’t expect me to want to have sex with you right now?” He grinned and slid a hand down her side, over her skirt, and made contact with her smooth, bare thigh. “Dax…” His name came out in a rush of breath as he slid his hand up underneath her skirt and contacted her wet panties.
“What, baby?”
“You can’t fix everything with sex,” she said, but her voice was shaky and her breathing ragged.
“I agree,” he said as he ran his fingers back and forth across the soaked lace that barely covered her hot pussy. “But it can make you forget everything for a little while…and it can make you feel so good that you don’t want to be mad anymore.”
She gasped as his fingers played with the edge of her panties, gently but barely contacting the wet skin underneath. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, breathlessly.
“Ridiculously sexy?” he asked with another grin. Before she could answer him, he pulled the lace out of his way and parted her lips with his fingers. She moaned, and when his thumb found her clit, she let her head fall back and added a groan. “Let’s go to the bedroom, baby.” Angel nodded. Careful not to smile again and let her know that he was gloating about getting his own way, he took his hand out of her panties and scooped her up off the floor like she was weightless. She looked like she was going to protest, so he covered her lips with his and kissed the breath out of her on the way down the hall.
When they got to the bedroom, Dax stood her up on her feet next to the bed. He started to kiss her again, and she pushed him back on the bed. He reached out and grabbed her and pulled her down with him. Lying on top of him, she brought her warm mouth down on his neck. She kissed and sucked on his neck, all the while squirming against him and making his erection throb in his pants. While she kissed his neck, she pushed up his t-shirt and then lifted up so that he could pull it off. She kissed his collarbones then and down across the hard planes of his chest, stopping to let her tongue play with his nipples. Dax groaned and wrapped her silky blonde hair up in his fist as she worked her way down to his abs, licking each hard line there. Her hands went to the button on his jeans and he relaxed his hold on her hair while she unbuttoned and unzipped them. She took the waistband in her hands and he lifted his hips so she could peel them down with his shorts. She got on her knees next to the bed and pulled off one boot at a time and then took the jeans to the floor. She reached back up and took his raging hard-on in her hand. He moaned out loud as she began slowly stroking it. Angel sat up straighter on her knees and let her tongue trace a line from the base of his shaft to the tip. She held it with her hand and licked him repeatedly, like she was licking a lollipop, looking up at his face the whole time.
When she finally let her lips fall over the tip and sucked him into her mouth, he groaned and she felt the vibrations as it rumbled out of his chest. She slowly began to work him in and out of her mouth, sucking the entire time. Her free hand rested between his thighs, softly massaging his balls as she sucked. Time and space receded when Angel touched him. Nobody else existed, and his need for her only got stronger every day.
He felt her hand release him as she sucked him all the way into the back of her throat. She held him there for a few seconds and worked her throat muscles. He had to grab her hair again. “Oh, Jesus, fuck, baby!” He felt her smile around his cock, just before she did it again. Her fingers were stroking his balls faster and Dax was on the verge of coming before he was finally able to pull her off him with a loud “pop.” “Take those clothes off and come here,” he told her. Angel got to her feet and slowly removed each piece of clothing she was wearing, swaying her hips slightly in a seductive striptease as she did. Dax never tired of looking at her. She was so fucking beautiful.
When she was as naked as he was, he took her wrists in his hands and pulled her down on top of him. He kissed her, letting his tongue taste and explore her mouth slowly while she ground her hips down on top of his. He felt her hand slide down between them and take hold of his cock again, but before she could work it into her pussy, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up higher. He positioned her over his mouth and murmured against the wet lips of her pussy, “My turn.”
He started at the bottom of her slit and gave her a long, teasing lick from bottom to top…an
d then back down. He did it a second time, that time pausing to flick his tongue against her clit. He felt her press down against his face and he found her wet tunnel and shoved his tongue up inside of her. She cried out his name, and he moved it around while reaching up to cup her breasts. While he licked and sucked and tantalized her, he massaged and caressed her firm, sexy breasts and pressed the heel of his hand into her nipples, making her groan. The harder and faster he thrust his tongue in and out of her, the more excited she became, moving her hips and rubbing herself on his face, He knew from the rhythm of her breathing that she was on the verge of an orgasm, and he moved his hands back down to her hips and held her tightly as he finished pushing her over the edge. He waited until her tense body was limp and shaking before rolling her off him and climbing on top. His cock was aching to be inside of her by that time and she spread her lovely legs open and welcomed him in.
Dax slipped his cock into her slowly and leaned down to kiss her passionately as he worked in his entire length. Angel wrapped her legs around his waist and used the muscles in her calves and thighs to pull him in tighter. His movements were rhythmic and fluid as he slid his mouth down the side of her smooth face to her long, sexy neck. She matched each one of his thrusts with one of her own. His excitement grew rapidly, and he began to pound into her at a relentless pace, driving his cock into her repeatedly, hitting bottom and making her cry out and dig her fingers into his back each time. Dax never took his eyes off her face. He loved watching her in the throes of passion, and his favorite sight in the world was the look on her face as she came. He could see the subtle changes as the orgasm built inside of her for the second time and he watched her intensely as it slammed into her, leaving her breathless and gulping for air. He slowed his pace for just a few seconds until he felt her muscles relax and her grip on his shoulders loosen slightly and then he sunk into her again, once, twice, three more times before finally allowing himself to experience the sweet release that only came from being inside his Angel.
Dax collapsed down on top of her and after several seconds he felt her slide out from underneath him. He lifted his head and looked at her. She smiled and said, “Next time you see Kat, remember that.”
Dax buried his face in the comforter and laughed.
3
“Hey, gorgeous, can I get another shot over here?” Kat looked over at the guy at the end of the bar. He was sitting next to Buzz, one of the Skulls that had been hitting on her relentlessly since she came home. The other guy was older, probably in his early to mid-thirties, and hot in a rough and rugged sort of way. He looked like he was dressed to go hunting and he wasn’t wearing a kutte, but he’d been in the bar a few times and each time he was with one of the Skulls. She wondered what his affiliation with them was as she carried the bottle of Tecate down where he was sitting.
“The name is Kat, or Katrina,” she said as she poured the shot.
He grinned. “Can I call you gorgeous?” he asked. Buzz laughed, stupidly, as far as Kat was concerned.
“You can call me Kat or Katrina,” she said, with a smile, making sure she was facing away from Buzz.
“What about Hurricane?” Buzz interjected. “I think that name’s kind of hot.” Kat finally looked at him and rolled her eyes. As she slid the twenty off the bar that the other guy had laid there he said:
“Hurricane, huh? What’s that about?”
“Stupid, childhood name,” she said.
“I hear that. My name is Hunter.”
“Nice to meet you, Hunter.”
“I heard something different about that nickname,” Buzz said.
She was going to continue ignoring him but her subconscious overrode her good sense and she heard herself mumbling, “Nobody gives a shit what you heard, Buzz.” Before she was out of reach, Buzz put his hand on her arm. She looked down at it and back up at him. She could have easily shaken it off…but just the idea that he thought he had a right to touch her pissed her off. “Get your hand off me before I break every bone in each one of your fingers.”
He let go of her and said, “I was just going to ask for another shot…geez.”
Kat had only been back in town for two days when a group of Skulls came into the bar. She’d known a few of them from the old days and they’d all acted happy to see her. They introduced her to a couple of new guys. One of them was a hot young guy named Levi and then there was this fool Buzz. Buzz wasn’t a bad-looking guy, but there was something Kat disliked about him almost right off the bat. Maybe it was that smug, narcissistic look he carried on his face that annoyed her. He tried too hard. It was obvious that he wanted to be a badass, and even thought of himself as one, but he wasn’t. He was also loud and obnoxious, which irritated her, and most of what came out of his mouth was either perverse or idiotic. Perverts Kat could manage if there was anything else to like about them, but stupidity she couldn’t tolerate. Reluctantly, she turned back around and filled the shot glass in front of him and then she moved back over to the cash register. As she was about to put the money in, she heard Buzz talking to the guy with him:
“I heard Kat was a stuntwoman in Hollywood, and a gymnast in high school. I’d like to see how many positions she can bend that body in, starting with ass-up over my Harley.”
Kat felt her blood begin to heat up. She was about to spin around on him when she heard Hunter say, “You shouldn’t talk that way about a lady, especially in her place of business. No wonder your stupid ass never gets laid. Hell, I’m surprised you haven’t got your ass shot yet.”
Kat turned around then, with a smile on her face, for Hunter. She took the twenty that was still in her hand and laid it back down in front of him. “Drinks are on the house for you tonight.” When she turned toward Buzz, the smile fell from her face and she said, “You, get the fuck out.”
“What?”
“Are you deaf as well as stupid? I’ll say it slower…Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
“You can’t kick me out.”
Kat reached under the bar and pulled out the sawed-off shotgun. Looks of panic and a gasp swept across the other four men, all regulars at the bar. Hunter didn’t flinch as he sipped his beer and watched the show. Buzz looked like he was about to piss his pants, and trying to cover it. “This establishment reserves the right to refuse service to anyone. I’m exercising that right. I’ve asked you to leave. You refused. Therefore, you are trespassing and now I’m about to exercise my right to shoot your criminal ass.” She didn’t take her eyes off Buzz’s face, but she thought she heard Hunter chuckle beside him. Buzz narrowed his dark eyes at her and said:
“You’ll be sorry. Dax is going to hear about this.”
Kat feigned a shocked expression. “Oh, now he’s going to tell on me. I can’t have that. I guess I’ll just have to kill you and get rid of the body.” She pulled back on the action bar of the shotgun and Buzz scrambled off his stool.
“You’re fucked in the head,” he said as he made his way to the door.
“And don’t you forget it,” she told him. She waited until he’d disappeared outside before she put the shotgun back underneath the counter. When she looked up, Hunter was smiling. “Thanks,” she told him.
“No problem. You’re fun.”
Kat laughed and shook her head but before she responded she heard a crash out front and the floor simultaneously vibrated underneath her. It sounded like something had hit the wall of the bar.
“Fuck!” she yelled, before running toward the door. Hunter was there before she got there and every other nosy drunk at the bar was behind her. She imagined about twenty different things, most of them involving Buzz doing something stupid to get back at her. When she stepped outside and saw what had happened, she told herself she should have known. “Jesus. What the fuck?” She jogged after Hunter, who was already pulling open the passenger door of the van, Dillon’s van. The front end of it was smashed up against the brick flower case that lined the walkway in front of the bar. Dillon was slumped behind the wheel. Kat was still cuss
ing as Hunter reached inside and pulled Dillon over the passenger seat and out the door. He set him down on the pavement. His forehead was bleeding, but his eyes were open and he was looking around like he was confused. Even from two feet away, Kat could smell the alcohol. “What the fuck, Dillon?”
He smiled up at her and that pissed her off even more. If she still had the shotgun in her hands she might have used it on him. “Sorry, Kitty-Kat…I guess I didn’t realize how fast I was going…”
“You drunken idiot!” Hunter had taken a bandana out of his pocket and he was putting pressure on the cut on Dillon’s head throughout the father/daughter exchange. “What the hell were you doing driving? You don’t have a license and the insurance isn’t going to cover this. God damn it, Dillon! I’m trying to get this catering thing going and you just have to go and screw it up!”
“It’s just a scratch,” he said, slurring his words. “I’ll fix it.”
“You should probably get him to the hospital,” Hunter said. “He’s gonna need stitches.”
“Stupid ass!” she said to Dillon. “Do you have any idea how much that’s gonna cost? Too bad old Doc is still in prison or I’d call him and have him stitch you up in the back room with no anesthetic. That might teach you a lesson.”
Dillon started to say something else, but suddenly his eyes rolled back in his head and he went limp. “Think he passed out,” Hunter said.
“You think?” Kat asked sarcastically. She felt bad. Hunter was only trying to help…but could her life be a bigger pile of shit? “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you,” she said. “You don’t have a car, do you?”
“Sorry, no. Just a bike.”
She looked at the van. “You think I can drive it?”
Hunter looked up at the smoke coming from under the hood. “I’d have it checked out first if I were you.”