by Jessie Cooke
When he was completely nude, he took her hand and stepped backwards into the shower, taking her with him. He positioned them in the small cubicle with her back to the water. She shivered as the warm rivulets of water cascaded across her hair and down her back. She tipped her head back and let the water soak her hair with her eyes closed. When she opened them, he had a bottle of shampoo in his hands. He squeezed out a dollop onto one of his palms, sat the bottle back down, and rubbed his hands together. Then he brought them up and began to massage the shampoo into her hair. She sighed contentedly as his fingers made circular motions and his palms gently gripped the sides of her head.
When he finished the most erotic shampoo that she’d ever had, he let her rinse the soap out of her hair before trading places with her. As he stood under the water he picked up the soap and lathered his palms up with it. He smiled at her again as he began at her shoulders and in slow, sensual circles he began soaping up her entire body. His hands were calloused from holding onto the throttle of his bike and working with the motors and tools in the shop out on the ranch. It was almost like being washed with a loofah, only a hell of a lot sexier. Once again he let her rinse and then it was her turn.
She used her hands to direct him to turn his back to her and then she lathered up her own palms and then used them to massage his neck, shoulders, and back. She used her fingers to work each muscle and when she reached his sexy tight ass, she spent a significant amount of time kneading and squeezing it. She did the backs of his thighs and hard calves before telling him to turn around. The sight of his now throbbing erection was hard to ignore as she started up at the top again, washing the front of his shoulders and his chest. She let her fingers lightly trace the hard lines as she worked her way down his abdomen and when she finally reached his hard cock he groaned and flexed his hips into her. He let her run her soapy hands up and down the shaft of it a few times before letting out an animalistic sound and flipping her so that her back was against the wall.
With one hand pressing into the tile above her head and the other one fondling her breasts, he kissed her again as the water rinsed the last of the soap off both of them and then he reached down and lifted one of her legs and pulled it up, so that her thigh was resting against his hip. She had to reach out and grab the towel bar for support as she felt the head of his cock pressing into the eager, slick lips of her pussy. He took himself in his hand and let the tip run up and down along her slit, dipping it in every so often, just enough to tease and entice her. She kept thrusting her hips at him, whispering, “Please, Dax,” in a raspy voice, each time he pulled away.
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“You, Dax…I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me.” He kissed her lips again and then without warning he let her leg fall to the floor and flipped her around so that she was facing the tiles. He stepped back to give her room and then using one hand he bent her forward, pressing on the small of her back to get her to push out her ass. He let his fingers play up between her legs for a second, making her moan, and then suddenly he was where she wanted him, up inside of her…deep, hard, and so incredibly hot.
“Is that it, baby?”
“That’s it. God, yes, that’s it.”
As he moved slowly in and out of her he let one hand slide around front and grip her breast. He massaged the soft flesh and tweaked at her nipple as he gradually increased his pace. Her pussy was gripping him and she was back in the moment where absolutely nothing else was on her mind but the two of them. It was like they were the only people that existed…absolutely the only ones that mattered. She arched her back and rocked into him and the more he fucked her, the more she wanted. He slowly took them up to the next level, fucking her faster and harder as her moans and whimpers seemed to spur him on. He let the hand on her breast slide down her front and find her clit. As he fucked her from behind, his fingers pressed, pulled, and manipulated her swollen nub until she felt like her entire body might explode, leaving charred but satisfied pieces all over the floor of the shower and the walls of the bathroom.
As he picked the pace up even more, she felt his teeth sink into the soft part of her shoulder. His fingers were still driving her clit wild and she could feel the orgasm building until she couldn’t hold back any longer. She came hard, and loudly. Dax held onto her and rocked into her the entire time, and each one of his thrusts made her body convulse almost violently with pleasure. When she finished coming, and her body was quivering all over, he leaned in and whispered, “My turn.” Suddenly she was shoved up against the cold tile and his hands were both on her hips. She gripped the towel bar and he dug his fingers into her flesh as he bent slightly at the knees and began to thrust up into her at a pace that would have thrown her across the room if there weren’t a wall in front of her. He was bottoming out with each thrust and she knew she’d be sore almost as soon as he was finished, but she didn’t care. She loved the sounds he was making. She loved knowing how much he liked being inside of her. She loved making him come.
It didn’t take him long to reach his point of no return, and by that time she was almost ready to come again herself. His pace was almost frantic and she could feel him becoming even bigger and harder. She clenched down and the walls of her pussy gripped him like a vice. “Fuck!” he yelled out as he slammed into her several more times. “Jesus, Angel! Fuck!” he said again as she felt his orgasm explode inside of her. He moved in and out of her and with each new wave of come, he’d yell out another expletive, until they were both completely drained. As usual, he left her shaking, sore, and completely satisfied. She wondered, not for the first time, how she’d gotten along without him for this long and how she’d get along without him again once he found out that she’d been lying to him this whole time…
23
“I wish you could have gotten clearer shots.” It was Friday morning and Kyle was looking at the photos Angel had taken of the plans for Friday night. She’d had them printed off and enlarged and they still weren’t good enough for her brother. She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. Her eyes met her father’s across the table and he winked at her. That made her smile.
“Well, next time I risk my life to steal something from an outlaw biker gang, I’ll make sure and linger around long enough to take super clear pictures. I mean, it’s only my life, that’s all.”
It was Kyle’s turn to roll his eyes. “No one wants that,” Micah said, but to the room, not directly to her. “Where are they lining up?” he asked Kyle.
“Looks like Culberson and Main to start,” Kyle said. He pushed a button on the computer in front of him and the map Angel had photographed was suddenly up on the screen. Kyle got up and went over to it. Using his pen, he pointed at an area that he’d circled in red. “This is where they’re planning on waiting until Miller pulls out of the cemetery. These two here will follow him all the way from that point on. The rest of them will be posted at these different places along the way.” Then he pointed toward the bottom of the map and said, “This is where they end up at the limo service offices.”
“So, Angel, did you hear anything more about the coins at all?” Chris Matheson, a new addition to the task force, asked her.
“No, nothing.”
“I’m just trying to figure out where the coins are in all of this. The body and the casket will be gone at this point—am I correct? I mean, this is after the burial?”
“Yes, that’s the way it looks to me,” she said. “But he wouldn’t be carrying them in the limo anyways.”
He made a face. “I know that. I’m just wondering why a funeral unless the body has something to do with the coins. Do we know who is being buried?”
“A man named Gregory Lloyd. He was 92 years old and lived in an Alzheimer’s care home for the past ten years. He has two sons who are both in their late sixties and as far as I could find out, none of them know Vince Miller.”
“Hmm, okay…well then, maybe it’s not about the deceased or the family,
but about the cemetery itself,” he mused.
“Are there any stops on there between the cemetery and Miller’s business?” her father asked.
“Yes, he’ll take the family back to the oldest son’s house and drop them off and then continue to his office,” Kyle said. “It’s a forty-mile trip straight through. They’ve estimated an hour and fifteen minutes from start to finish, taking the one stop, evening traffic, and stoplights into account. They only added in a few minutes at the house, enough for the family to unload. It doesn’t look like they’d be picking anything up there.”
“So the coins are at the cemetery somewhere,” Zandt said. It seemed to be the consensus, as everyone at the table nodded. “You think we should go out there this morning and take a look around?” he asked Angel’s father.
“I’m not sure that’d be a good idea,” Sean Brady said. “We don’t know if any of them are doing a trial run. We don’t want to spook them ahead of time. Honestly, I think our best bet is going to be to wait until they’re at the final destination and take them there. Is there any indication of how many men Dax Marshall plans on taking with him?”
“Well, the green circles are Skulls,” Kyle said, pointing at them. “Here, here, here…There are six of them along the way, I don’t see where it indicates how many men at each post. If it’s only one, that’s eight, counting the two that start out following him at the cemetery.”
“I wouldn’t think they’d only put one guy at each post,” Micah said. “At last count the gang had thirty-seven members. Of that thirty-seven, four are currently locked up and two of them are so arthritic they no longer ride. There are six prospects as well. I’m not sure if they ride with them on these types of jobs or not. I’d assume with something this big they’d want to take their best and most experienced men.”
“The prospects won’t be with them,” Angel said. Micah still didn’t look in her direction. “And just so you guys know, one of the four locked up was killed early yesterday morning.”
“Killed? In jail?”
“Yeah, in County.”
“Shit!” Sheriff Zandt had his phone in his hand. “I didn’t hear anything about that.”
“Dax’s road captain got the call early this morning. Patrick Stinson was the guy’s real name. He went by Scar. He was shanked by his cellie. That was the word the Skulls got, anyways.”
Zandt got up and went across the room next to the window to talk on his phone. Kyle looked mostly annoyed at the interruption. “Okay, so if we go with Micah’s math and Angel’s knowledge that the prospects won’t be with them, we’re looking at what…twenty-six guys?”
“There are three out of town right now, one is not working because his old lady is having their baby today, and I still haven’t heard where this Mad Max is at, but he hasn’t been around, so that’s another five that won’t be with them.”
“Twenty is still a small army if these guys are heavily armed,” Chris said. “Have you seen any weapons?”
“None other than the handguns that most of them carry,” she said.
“Damn bunch of felons armed to the teeth. We should be able to just bust in and take their asses down for that,” Kyle said with disgust.
“How many men did the chief say he’d authorize for this?” Angel’s father asked.
“I requested ten like you asked me to,” Chris said. “So far he’s got eight lined up for us. There are four of us because Officer Brady can’t be in on this. So, that gives us twelve for sure.”
“Against twenty thugs with guns,” Micah said, almost in a whisper. Angel didn’t look at him that time because she got the feeling he was, finally, looking at her.
“But we have the element of surprise,” her father said. “Are the bikes at each post following Miller as he comes by?”
“See these arrows?” Kyle said, pointing at green arrows that had been drawn in over where the roads were. “This is the limousine route. They made the same arrows for the bikes or bike that follows him all the way. The rest of them are simply marked with ‘W,’ which I would guess means waiting or watching. It doesn’t look like they’ll be following.”
Angel’s dad nodded. “That makes sense. The limo service will still be open when Miller gets back. Driving up with twenty Harleys in tow would attract a hell of a lot of attention. One or two could be explained away easily enough.”
“So how do we get the guys that aren’t following him?”
“I’ve been thinking about that,” Chris said. “What if we just have a regular patrol unit approach each one after the car has already passed? They can make contact with them and if they’re carrying weapons, they can detain them for that. The DA can figure out how to stick them with the conspiracy and transporting stolen property charges.”
“So we let Miller make it all the way back to his offices?” Angel’s dad asked.
“I think that’s our best bet…to take them down once they get to the office,” Angel said. She had been racking her brain, trying to figure out how to keep Dax out of the shit storm that was going to happen at that office. At the last minute, she decided not to include one of the photos she’d taken of the plans. It was the route that went from the limousine service to another rendezvous point about twenty miles away, as well as a list of exactly who was involved and what their specific jobs were.
Dax had eighteen of his men on it, counting himself. Dax and Handsome would be riding behind the limousine from the cemetery to the limousine service just as Kyle had noted on the map…but what they couldn’t see from what they had in front of them was that Dax and Handsome weren’t stopping. Angel thought her father was right—Miller didn’t want to draw attention to himself. He didn’t want a couple of bikers showing up with him at his office, any more than he wanted a pack of Harleys following him through town. So, when he stopped, Dax and Handsome would roll past. Vince Miller would change from the limo into his own car. They’d be waiting for him at the next major intersection and follow him from there to some “rendezvous” point where this “Dan” would be waiting as well.
The men at each post were there to watch for police and the Sinners. Angel hadn’t figured out just yet how the Sinners knew what was happening, but she’d heard Dax tell Dan not to worry, that they wouldn’t get near the coins, so she knew they were involved somehow. She had to accept, with frustration, that there was nothing she could do about those guys being arrested. She had to do what she could to protect Dax, though, and if they made it to the limo service by the time Miller stepped out of his car and the task force descended, he wouldn’t give up without a fight. Somehow she knew that like it was a fact. She wanted him away from there when it all went down—far away.
Surprisingly Kyle said, “I think Angel is right. There are too many variables along the way. I say we have one unmarked unit following them from the cemetery and we post everyone else at the limo service, since it looks like each time they pass a post, the MC will follow from there. We’ll have all twenty of them, and Miller…and hopefully this Dan person, whoever he is.”
Sheriff Zandt was back. “Patrick ‘Scar’ Stinson was stabbed with a homemade shank by a penny-ante drug dealer turned murderer from New Haven.”
“Why did he stab him?” Angel asked.
“The word is that he’s indebted to the Sinners somehow.”
Angel shuddered. It would be one more nail in Hawk’s coffin as far as Dax was concerned, she was sure. She knew he didn’t want a war with the rival bikers, but Hawk seemed to keep upping the ante.
They finished hashing out the details of the sting and the whole time, Micah never spoke directly to Angel or even looked at her. She heard them talking about having the van standing by to film what was happening, just in case they needed it for evidence later. In the age of cell phones, it was a wise thing to do when something big was going down. If they didn’t film it themselves, someone else would. They would also act as a central point of communication, letting the others know if the route changed or anything else unus
ual went down. That was perfect for her. She could ride in the van without being seen by either Kyle or the Skulls.
Angel had noticed her father quietly observing her and Micah both throughout the meeting. When it was over, Micah got up and walked out without saying a word to her. She was secretly relieved. She could tell by his vibe that he wasn’t in a mood that she cared to deal with. She wanted to get back to the ranch anyways and find out if there were any new developments.
“Hey, kid, you have time to get some lunch with your old man?” She looked up at her dad and smiled.
“I’m sorry, Dad. Can we do it tomorrow, maybe? I want to get back out to the ranch before they take off, and make sure nothing new came up.”
“Of course. That’s a good idea. I appreciate how dedicated you are. You make me proud.” Angel ignored Kyle’s glare as she stood up and hugged her father. At least someone was proud of her. She kissed her dad on the cheek and walked out of the meeting unaware that she’d spend the rest of her life wishing she’d taken that hour to spend with him.
The ranch was a flurry of activity when Angel got back that afternoon. Dax was doing something to the motor of his bike and when she walked into the shop and he saw her, he grinned. Her heart swelled every time he did. “Hey! How was work?”
“It was work,” she told him with a smile. She went over and gave him a kiss, greeting the other guys as she passed. Handsome was working on his bike a few feet away. He smiled at her too and the fears that they somehow figured out she’d taken photos of the plans fell away. “How are you doing?”
