by Jessie Cooke
“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.
Excerpt from Cody
Chapter One
“Hey, kid, do me a favor and find Jesus, okay?” Dax watched as a slow smile spread across the young man’s face. The burly property officer looked like he was suppressing a smile of his own. He finished putting the possessions in the little cardboard box out onto the counter and slid an invoice over for the kid to sign. He was signing for all his worldly possessions, and they all fit in that box. Cody Miller was twenty-four years old and he was walking out of prison eight years older than he’d walked in. The first two years of his incarceration were spent in the Worcester juvenile center and on the day of his eighteenth birthday he was transferred to the medium security Men’s Correctional Institute in Concord. Dax had felt terrible the whole time the kid was in prison, since he knew he hadn’t had any visitors. He wrote to him often and sent him, or had one of the girls send him, a care package every month. He also kept money on his books. Dax and the club were all the kid had.
Cody’s mother took off for parts unknown not long after he was born. Cody’s father was…still classified as missing, and his older brother was dead. The girl that he’d been in love with since he was thirteen years old was now dating his then best friend. Dax hadn’t had the heart to tell him, but since neither of them had showed up to see him, he thought Cody probably figured it out himself. As he stood in the release center waiting for Cody to finish signing out, he was sure of two things: This wasn’t the same kid that went in, either physically or emotionally, and he was probably going to need as much help as he did at fourteen, or he’d be right back. Dax hoped that he was up to the challenge. So far he hadn’t had much luck with any of the young ones that were getting left behind because of their parents’ lifestyles. He’d been working on how to handle that problem, since it was getting out of hand. So far, he hadn’t come up with any solutions.
“Jesus ain’t gonna be waiting around for a guy like me to find him,” Cody told the officer. The old man gave him a serious look and said:
“Son, Jesus don’t wait around for no man. If you want to find him, you’re going to have to look way down deep.” Cody looked like he had a retort on his tongue, but he let it pass. Dax was happy to see that the boy at least had some self-control these days. When he’d gone in, he hadn’t had any, but that was because he hadn’t had anyone that cared enough about him to teach him what self-control was all about and how important it was for a man to have it. Dax thought he might like that property officer. He had never liked correctional officers, any more than he had cops. But after meeting Angel and her family, his opinion of cops was slowly beginning to evolve. Correctional officers like this one just might help change his opinions of them as well. The old man put his hand on Cody’s arm and Dax saw the kid flinch. It was understandable that he’d have a problem with touch, but he handled that well too. He stood stock still as the officer said, “You don’t have to find Jesus to stay on the right path, son, but you do have to find something you believe in.” Cody nodded. Dax had only recently found what he believed in. He hoped that it didn’t take Cody so long.
“I’ll look for something, Lopez.”
The officer smiled again and used the hand he’d been resting on Cody’s arm to pat the kid on the back. “I have faith that you’ll find it.” He looked at Dax then and said, “Take care of him. He’s one of the rare ones that I see potential in.”
Dax gave the officer a small smile and a nod. Then he looked at Cody, who looked at him for the first time. Dax could see the difference in the kid’s eyes. He was always a wild one, but before he went in, his eyes were full of life. Now they were cold and hard, and Dax wondered what Cody had seen in there. He knew from his own experience that whatever it was would probably haunt Cody for the rest of his days. And Dax also knew that the kid would probably never talk about any of it. He had a feeling that before things got better for Cody Miller, they were going to get worse, and that would mean trouble for the club. Despite knowing that, Dax couldn’t turn his back on him. The club had taken the kid in on the ranch at the age of fourteen. He was family and now they were the only family he had.
“You ready?” Dax asked him.
Cody picked up the pitiful little box of belongings and nodded. Dax gave Officer Lopez another nod, and he and Cody headed for the door in silence. They stepped out into the bright sunlight and Dax slipped his sunglasses down off his head and over his eyes. He pulled a leather case out of his wallet and held it out to Cody.
“What’s this?”
“Sunglasses.”
Cody looked surprised, but he took the case. He stopped and sat the box down and slid the glasses out into his hand. He looked at them for a long time. Dax suddenly wondered if he’d done a bad thing. When Cody looked up at him his hazel eyes glistened with the tears Dax knew he’d never let fall in front of him. “They’re Keller’s.”
Dax nodded. “He kept them in the saddlebags of his bike. I got the bike back from the P.D. It’s at the ranch. It hasn’t been ridden, but Tool starts it every so often and keeps the fluids in check. I figured you’d want it.”
He looked touched and like he didn’t know what to say. Finally, he slid on the Ray-Bans and said, “Thanks, Dax, for everything.”
Dax only nodded and the two men walked in silence to where Dax had parked Angel’s car. Cody was lost in his own thoughts and Dax was thinking about how much the kid looked like his father…the piece of shit.
Keller and Cody’s father, Brandt, had ridden with Doc, Dax’s father, for a lot of years. After Doc died and Dax took over the club, Brandt continued to ride with him. The boys had grown up in a trailer park not far from the ranch, but they’d spent a lot of time with the club. Cody wanted to be a Southside Skull since he was five years old. Keller wanted nothing to do with club life. He’d grown up around it like Dax had and it had the opposite effect on him. Keller was always the good kid. He had gotten good grades in school, followed all the rules, didn’t steal or cheat or lie or get into fights. He’d worked hard to become the exact opposite of the man his father was.
When Keller was sixteen and Cody thirteen, Dax found out that their old man had been beating them for years. Somehow the boys had hidden it from everyone, or the old fucker knew how to hit them where it wouldn’t show. Dax happened to show up at the rundown trailer they lived in one morning, looking for their father, and instead he found an unconscious, bruised, bloody and broken Keller. Dax found out later that when their father came home drunk the night before, Keller had run Cody off and taken the beating he knew their father was looking to give to someone. The kid was half-dead; after he loaded him on his bike and took him to the hospital, Dax came back to look for Brandt. He found him still passed out in the back bedroom. His knuckles and the t-shirt he was wearing were covered in his son’s blood. After Dax doused him in ice from the freezer and woke him up, the old drunk tried to tell him, tearfully, no less, that he didn’t remember beating Keller. Dax had drunk plenty in his life and although he’d been drunk enough to lose his inhibitions, he’d never lost his memory. He thought the asshole was full of shit, and he made an executive decision as president of the club that Brandt wasn’t the type of man they wanted. Then, strangely enough, the man had disappeared off the face of the earth—and even years later, no one had heard from him. Dax was one of only a handful of people on earth that knew Brandt Miller was dead.
Keller did his best, after the loss of their only parent, to take control of Cody. But the willful teen was too much for his brother to handle and when Cody turned fourteen, Dax took over. Things were going fairly well until Keller en
ded up dead. It turned out that he was an even better human being than Dax had thought he was. They found out that he’d been paying off some of their father’s old gambling debts…but not fast enough for the loan sharks’ taste. They beat him, probably accidentally, to death. That was when things went all bad for Cody, who found the body. He took off one night and by the time Dax and the guys found him, he was already in a set of cuffs and under arrest for murder.
Cody had killed one of the men who’d killed Keller and put the other one who was with him in the hospital. The kid stood there in cuffs, covered in their blood still, and right in front of the cops said he was on his way to kill the loan shark when they caught him. He was charged with second-degree murder and assault with intent to kill. The club’s attorney, Nathan, defended him and presented a case of a kid that had shit for a life, with no one to care about him other than his older brother; that day Cody had just stumbled upon the people who killed his brother and he’d lost it. No, he shouldn’t have had a gun on him, but if he hadn’t, he’d probably be dead too, right? That was the way Nathan had told the story to the jury, and they had looked at the skinny teenager with the big, innocent, hazel eyes and they’d bought it. He was sentenced to fifteen years instead of life and he’d been paroled after eight for good behavior. Dax looked at him now and thought there was no way a jury would take pity on him these days. He’d added over fifty pounds of muscle and shaved his head while he was in prison. Tattoos colored his neck and visible arms, and Dax had a feeling that most of the rest of his body was covered as well. Even in a suit and tie, the sight of Cody would cause the average juror to walk down the other side of the street now.
Dax led Cody over to Angel’s car. The prison was two hours from the ranch and Dax wasn’t sure Cody would be up to that ride on the back of his bike after all this time. When Dax slid the key into the door lock Cody said:
