by Jessie Cooke
“It’s a guest room,” he said. “Nobody’s going to care.” He locked the door and a tickle of anticipation ran down her spine. She didn’t know what she was anticipating, exactly, but she knew that something was definitely up. Common sense told her to worry. Her emotions and intuition said otherwise. “Have a seat,” he told her. She sat down on the blue quilt covering the bed and he sat down next to her. He put his fingers under her chin and tipped her face up to his. “I want you to be my old lady. I want you to wear my patch.”
12
Angel had done her research. She was up to speed on each term the bikers had for each woman within their circle. The only one that she’d heard used on the ranch was “old lady.” The rest of the girls were simply referred to as “club girls.” So, as she sat and looked at Dax she wondered if that meant the technical definition of an "old lady" didn’t apply. After all, he was possessive. What she’d read about being an old lady was that although she would “belong” to him, he could demand that she perform sexual acts on anyone in the club at any time. He would have complete control over her and her sexuality and while that excited her on a one-on-one basis, the alternative terrified her. She’d already crossed too many lines. She wasn’t about to climb over that one.
He was looking at her, expectantly. She took a deep breath and said, “Can you tell me exactly what that would mean?”
“It would mean that you’re mine.”
She nodded. “So I would only be with you? I wouldn’t be expected to be with anyone else.”
Dax looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “You would be expected to just be with me, only me. No one else better even think about touching you.”
Angel smiled. “Well then, how could I resist?”
“I was wondering,” he said with a grin.
Dax took a patch out of his pocket. It had a white background with black skull and crossbones embroidered on it. Across the bones it read “Southside Skulls.” At the top of the patch it said “Prez,” just like the one that Dax wore. Angel knew that Kyle and Micah were going to go ballistic. Micah had to know that she was sleeping with Dax by now, but he’d know it for sure as soon as she put on that patch. She told herself once again that she was only doing her job…
She reached for the patch and Dax took her hand instead, so that they were both holding it. He leaned in and kissed her lips, softly licking them and then sucking them one at a time into his mouth. He slid his mouth down the side of her face to her neck. She closed her eyes and let her head drift to the side, exposing it to him. He kissed her lightly at first, letting his lips just brush softly against her skin. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she let out a long, deep moan as he began to kiss her harder. He slid his hands up the side of her face and held it gently as he covered her mouth with hers again. He parted her lips with his tongue and then he kissed her hard and possessively, almost painfully. Every part of her body was alive in that moment, and on fire. She kissed him back hungrily, pulling at his vest and shirt as she did. She wanted his clothes gone. She wanted to feel his hot body pressed against hers.
The first few times they’d made love in the clubhouse Angel worried that the door wasn’t locked and someone would walk in. At this point she honestly wouldn’t have cared if the whole crowd stood by. She knew what was coming and she knew that it would be worth whatever it took to get there. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and down his back. Once she reached the bottom of his shirt she tugged at it, but he was more interested in hers. He pushed her shirt up until it was under her arms and then she reluctantly pulled out of the kiss and pushed it the rest of the way off. His hands began moving over her bare arms and down her back. His fingers traced and tickled across her collarbone and down to the swell of her breast. She was light-headed and out of breath by the time he said, “Take the rest of this off, now.”
She stood up, weaving toward him slightly. He reached down and unzipped her black boots, helping her take off first one and then the other and tossing them across the room. Then he held onto her waist while she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down. She reached back and unclasped her bra. She let it fall off and it landed in his lap. He tossed it aside and while he didn’t have a hold on her she stripped off her panties. He leaned forward while she was bent over and nibbled across her shoulder. His bites got harder as he got close to her neck again. She whispered his name as he made his way up to her ear. He let his tongue trace the outline of it before sucking the lobe into his mouth, all the while his hands ran up and down her sides, pausing to let his thumbs trace across her rock-hard nipples.
She continued to tug at his shirt until she got it most of the way up. He had to let go of the skin in his mouth to pull it off over his head, but he went right back to what he was doing once it was gone. She let her hands explore the contours of his chest and back, feeling the taut muscles ripple against her palms. Suddenly his mouth was on one of her breasts, licking and sucking and biting at the nipple. She was moaning, loudly. She didn’t care. The whole house could hear her for all she cared. She loved what he was doing and she didn’t want him to stop. Before Dax she’d never known just how fine that line between pleasure and pain was. She loved it when he brought her just to the brink of pain, only to back off and turn it into pure pleasure. He would bite all the way around her nipples and when they stung and even burned, he’d use the cool moisture of his tongue to lick it all better.
He suddenly grabbed her more firmly and tossed her onto the bed beside him. Then he stood up and pulled down his pants and shorts. Looking down at her in the moonlight he let out a little primal sound before saying, “You’re mine, Angel.” She nodded. “That wasn’t a question. You’re mine.” His voice was serious, harsh and sexy all at the same time and she shivered. He climbed up over her and kissed her again, deep and passionately, but taking a bit more time with it. Then he rubbed his pulsating erection between her legs as he bit and sucked at her lips. She could feel the moisture from her pussy pooling between her legs. She needed him inside of her. She was aching for it…physically, it was actually painful.
“Dax, please.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
“To do what?”
“Fuck me! I want you to fuck me, Dax!”
He rubbed into her harder, pressing into her clit. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. She felt like she was set to have an orgasm already, just from that touch. “Who do you belong to, Angel?”
“You!”
“Who is the only man on this earth that gets to touch you…ever…again…?”
“You, Dax! It’s you, baby. I don’t want anyone else to touch me.”
“That’s my girl.” He leaned down and kissed her again and whispered, “Don’t ever forget it,” before driving himself into her all at once and without warning. She cried out as the head of his cock bottomed out inside of her and the rest of it completely filled her up. “That what you want?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He reached down with one hand and put her leg up on one of his shoulders and then he took the other one and did the same. He was buried so deeply inside of her she felt like they were one person and when he began to move, something inside of her shattered and the pieces threatened to cut her soul into shreds. She arched her back and butt up off the bed and thrust her hips into his. He reached down and took one of her breasts in his hand and cupped it, using his fingers to pinch and manipulate her nipple. She groaned and whimpered and writhed underneath him. The more she responded with her sounds and movements, the harder he pinched and pulled. She felt the orgasm approaching from her toes before it hit. It slammed into her body so hard that if she’d been a train it would have derailed her. She always came like this with Dax. It was like nothing she even knew existed, much less had ever experienced. God help her, but nothing Micah ever did compared to that. She clawed at Dax’s shoulders and back as she came, and he bent down and took a piece of skin from her neck
into his mouth and continued to rock into her until at last she began to relax.
She felt light-headed when she finished and every part of her body was quivering. Dax slowly let her legs down on the bed and grinned down at her. He had one dimple on the left side of his face that drove her crazy. She could swear that she felt another gush of fluid from her pussy just from that look. “Roll over, baby,” he told her. She turned onto her belly and Dax slid his big hand underneath her and pushed up. She came up on her knees, bringing her ass up off the bed. He gripped it with both hands and massaged it for several seconds before drawing one of his hands back and smacking it, hard. Then he massaged it again and smacked it again. He did that several times before reaching down between her legs and dipping his fingers into her wetness. He brought them up to her pink, puckered, and virgin anus and rubbed them around the opening. Angel’s body tensed, but he went slowly and deliberately began working his wet fingers in and out of her. “Put your hand on your pussy, baby. Rub your clit.” Angel slid her hand underneath her and easily found her engorged clit. She moaned desperately as she rubbed it in time to what his fingers were doing to her ass. She tensed up again when she realized he’d brought the fat head of his cock to press against her opening. He reached under her and took hold of one of her breasts and squeezed it as he said, “Rub yourself, baby. Rub it hard. Make that pussy come again while I take this cherry and make all of you mine.”
His words were almost enough to make her cum again. She felt him press into her harder and she forced herself to relax into him. When he pushed forward, it hurt and she had to bite down on the pillow. But once he was inside and he began to work his throbbing cock in and out and her fingers danced against her swollen clit, it was an incredibly erotic experience. She began to move with him, pushing back as she used her own fingers to coax another orgasm towards her pussy.
“You’re so fucking tight. So hot. I’m not going to last, baby. I’m going to shoot my hot cum up inside of you. Come with me.” He slapped her ass again hard. “Come, Angel. Fucking rub that clit, make that pussy come!” His teeth were gritted tightly as he spat out the words and she could feel his sweat dripping down on her back. Between that and the feel of him in her ass and her in her pussy, she fell head-first off the cliff and the freefall was so incredible, that alone would have been worth dying for. Dax grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into her hips as he came. He grunted out her name over and over and then when he was finished, he collapsed down on top of her back, crushing her into the mattress beneath him. It was un-fucking-believable. Her head was still spinning when he rolled off her and said, “When all of this shit with the Sinners is over, you need to come and live with me at the ranch.”
13
“Platinum?” Angel had been wiping down the counters in the kitchen of Dax’s house when she heard that word. It piqued her curiosity. Dax was in the other room talking on the phone. She put the dishtowel down and cautiously approached the doorway. Peeking out into the living room she saw Dax sitting on the sofa with his back to her. “How do you transport platinum?” He was quiet for a few minutes, listening. She wished that she could hear what was being said on the other side of the conversation. When Dax finally spoke, he said, “I have no fucking clue what a Canadian Maple Leaf is, but it all sounds like a hell of a lot of risk. What would our take be?” He sat up straighter as he said, “Holy fuck, and all they want is security for the transport?” Angel stepped forward and the floorboard creaked. Cursing in her head she just continued into the living room. Dax turned to look at her and she smiled and pointed down the hallway toward the bathroom. He nodded and went back to his conversation. “How many men would we need?” and then, “A week from this coming Friday? Damn, that’s not a lot of notice. I’ll have to take this to the table and get back to you. Okay, I’ll call a meeting for this afternoon and let you know no later than tomorrow morning. Alright, Dan, thanks.” Angel tiptoed back to the bathroom and flushed the toilet and washed her hands. When she came back out, Dax was on his feet.
“You going somewhere?” she asked.
“Just up to the clubhouse. I need to call a meeting. Are you staying here tonight?”
She made a face. “Sorry. I have to work in the morning.”
Dax moved over to her and cupped her chin in his hand. “In a few months you won’t ‘have’ to work. You can just stay here with me all the time.”
“What if I want to work? Will you have a problem with that?” He brought her face to his and softly kissed her lips.
“You’re my old lady. If you’re loyal and faithful to me, you can do whatever you want.”
“Mmmm, I like the sound of that.” He kissed her again before letting go of her face and said:
“Maybe if this meeting wraps up quickly I’ll come stay with you tonight.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
He grabbed his vest, winked at her, and went out the door. She waited until she heard the sound of his Harley starting up and driving away before taking out her phone and calling Kyle.
“Hey, I need to see you. I’m headed off the ranch right now. You want to meet me at that café where we met last week?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there in about half an hour. You have something?”
“Maybe. I’ll talk to you when I get there.”
After she hung up with Kyle she called Micah. “Hey, baby,” he answered. “How are you?”
“I’m doing okay. How are you?”
“Great! I can’t wait to see you tonight.”
Angel cringed. “About that…”
“Please don’t cancel on me again. Angel, I haven’t seen you in over a week except for half an hour at the task force meeting.”
“I’m sorry, babe. Dax wants to meet up tonight. What am I supposed to tell him?”
“Meet up and do what?”
“I’m not having this conversation with you, Micah. I’m doing my job. This is not me out having a good time here.”
“Right.”
“What is that supposed to mean? Seriously, do I question you when you get called out at three a.m.?”
“This isn’t you getting called out. You’re practically living with that guy.”
“I have my own place, Micah, but if I’m not there when Dax comes looking for me, I have to have a legitimate excuse or my cover will be blown. Is that what you want? Do you want me to risk that so you can see me tonight?”
He sighed. “You know I don’t want to put you at risk. I just miss you.”
“I miss you too. I have to go now; I’m meeting Kyle in half an hour.”
“Did you get something?” Micah’s interest suddenly seemed piqued. He wanted this investigation to be over with. He wanted her home and she knew it. What she didn’t know was how they’d go from where she was now back to where they used to be.
Kyle was waiting for Angel when she got to the little out-of-the-way café. He was sitting in a booth way in the back sipping a cup of coffee. “Hey,” he said as she slid into the booth. He signaled to the waitress.
“Hey.”
They waited for the waitress to fill Angel’s cup and ask if she wanted anything else. Once she was gone Kyle said, “So what do you have?”
“I’m not sure. I heard Dax talking on the phone a little while ago to a guy named Dan.”
“Dan what?”
“I don’t know. All I heard was Dan.”
“That’s a common name.”
“Well, thank you for stating the obvious. Do you want to hear the rest, or not?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“He was talking about doing a security detail, they do that sometimes…but I’m guessing if the people hiring them to do security were on the up and up that they’d hire a legitimate company and not an MC. Anyways, he seemed really impressed with whatever this guy intended to pay them and he said something about Canadian Maple Leaf.”
Kyle took his tablet out and typed. He whistled between his teeth at whatever was on the screen. “What?” He tu
rned the notebook toward her. He’d done a search on Canadian Maple Leaf. Angel read what it said out loud… “The Royal Canadian Mint’s platinum coins are among the purest platinum coins on the market, making them highly desirable and tradable.”
“So…where does a person get these coins?”
“You can buy them, but the purchases are limited and there’s a registry for each one sold. My guess would be that whoever wants an MC doing their security is not purchasing them and bringing them into the country legally. I’ll have our tech team look into any recent thefts in Canada or from any private collectors here in the U.S. The only problem I see with that is that if the FBI gets any wind of this they’ll snatch this case up from us in a heartbeat.”
“Shit.” Angel was lost in her own thoughts for a moment. In her mind the best-case scenario would be that all Dax and the Skulls were involved in was genuinely security. They could get them on transport of stolen property, but based on what Angel had seen of the club’s rap sheets, that would be minor for them. Mainly, it would be minor for Dax…and as much as she knew she shouldn’t be thinking that way, she was. “So, how would someone even fence something like that? I mean, is there a big market for stolen coins?”
“These coins can be melted down and made into anything, mainly jewelry. I also heard that they were using that sort of platinum to make exhaust systems for fancy show cars. Someone that has the facilities to do that wouldn’t even have to worry about fencing. It’s not like they’re stealing bricks of it. Coins would be easy.”
“Okay…so, I’ll keep my ear to the ground about this and you’ll let me know what you find out?” Angel put her purse on her shoulder.
“Yeah. Why the hurry?” Her brother, one of the people she thought trusted her most in the world, was looking at her like she was one of his perps.