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The next morning Angel slipped out to make breakfast in the kitchen. I had just crawled out of bed and finished a quick shower. By quick I of course mean an hour. Any man who doesn't take advantage of hot water while he can get it is a fuckin' moron. Waking up early is even more retarded. By the time I emerged from the bathroom with that single blue towel about my waist she was already setting the small table out on the patio. Roughly ten minutes later I joined her outside.

"Morning." She greeted, sparing me a short curtail look and a smaller smile. From the dazed look in her eyes I could tell she was already high. But who the fuck was I to chew someone a new asshole over how they chose to live their life? That was her deal, not mine. Reluctantly, I adjusted my jacket and pulled the zipper tighter, "It always so fuckin' cold first thing in the morning around here?" as I pulled a chair out from the table, seating myself a moment later.

"You don't care for the fresh ocean breeze?" Angel teased, lifting a brow and setting out the food platter.

"The smell is shit and the temp is worse. Thought beaches were supposed to be hot and sunny." I grunted, slipping a smoke stick from my pocket pack into my lips. The metal tinderbox clinked audibly as the flame roared to life, singeing the end of the butt, blue haze rising from the glowing tip as I inhaled. Angel dropped those eyes on me again, her smile broad and a little dumb, "Looks like you should've done your homework a little better. It's still only spring here. Hot weather won't be around for a couple of months. Until then, nothing but rain and damp fog in the mornings, windy afternoons and chilly evenings."

"Fuckin' lovely." I grumbled, the acrid smoke issuing from my nostrils as I reached over the table and grabbed a stack of pancakes and bacon. Angel drifted her fingers over and pried the cigarette from my lips and brought it to her mouth, taking a likewise drag with her eyes on mine. I gave her a slight sneer for her troubles. Girls think its cute to tease a man by touching his shit. Boys let them get away with it. Real men don't fuck around like that. Tease a real man with a poke and you'll get punched. People probably would say that's misogynistic. I call it equal opportunity. I don't differentiate between sexes. The reaper sure as hell doesn't.

Angel could tell I meant business and didn't care to be teased in that sort of way. Her face never changed expression though. The dame leaned over the table looking me in the eyes. Her hand smoothed up my neck and into my shag, fingers curling into the clumps of fur, tangling in curls. With her free hand, she pulled the cigarette from her mouth and puffed her lips, blowing the smoke into my face. My sneer only grew as my golden eyes glared back at her carefree pupils. Angel stretched her lips into a broad sexy grin and promptly dropped the smoke stick into my lap. While I cursed and scrambled to pick it back up, she poured coffee and seated herself, crossing one leg over another in turn before taking that first sip.

The pancakes weren't bad. Bacon was burnt. I had all I could do to not walk inside and shoot the cook.

"Who cooked the bacon?" I muttered, trying to push my teeth through it without growing ever more frustrated.

"Mrs. Finch. The tabby who runs the place. Sweet old woman." Angel smirked over at me. I wondered if she knew how I felt about the food.

"...Hunh." I replied simply.

There's room in life to fuck up anything in life. Burning bacon is a blatant offense against all that is sacred. Someone was gonna have to go for this. While I contemplated throwing a rope around the owner's neck and tossing the old hag from the highest balcony to dangle until her legs stopped kicking, Angel enjoyed the view and sipped her coffee, nibbling at a muffin.

"So why here?" she asked, her placid eyes traveling the ocean line.

"Hm?" I snapped from my murder designs, giving her a quick side glance.

"Your bag is full of money and you keep a loaded gun under your pillow. I imagine your bike has another weapon inside the satchel too. My question is why would you bother hiding out here?" she explained, pulling her shawl a little more around her shoulders to her neck as the cool breeze flushed along the hills and into our faces. My gaze fell on the dame and fixated on her face in stone silence for a few minutes. I'm sure she could feel my stare in the back of her head but she barely reacted at all. I turned my eyes away and looked out across the water at the gray horizon. "Lotta girls could get hurt looking into another mans privacy. Let alone a perfect stranger dollface." I warned, kicking my legs up slowly and resting my boots into another chair.

"Darling, there's not a thing you could do to me that this town hasn't done already." Angel retorted, sighing almost too composed and relaxed. I couldn't tell if that was the drugs dimming her senses or if it was really her speaking from the heart.

"Stupid woman." I snorted, spitting at the ground beside me, a thick pool of saliva and thick snot mixed in against the cobblestone.

"Stubborn...but not stupid." She smiled complacently, humming in her throat with that smooth smile, "And you haven't answered my question."

For a few moments I wore silence before giving her a little leash on this one. "...Guess it seemed off the grid enough. People that know me wouldn't think I'd have the temperament to put up with a place in the sticks like this. God damn redneck shithole tourist locale." I turned my eyes on her, finding my desire to touch that face and smooth that delicate chin returning again. "So why the fuck you still here then? Can't tell me you care for it either toots. I can smell the disdain on you from here."

Angel chuckled softly, leaning back in her chair and turning her face toward me, those eyelids at half mast. "How does that disdain smell?" she asked, her glazed eyes having trouble focusing on me. My lips curled into a cross between a sneer and a grin, "...Fuckin' sickening."

Angel rose from her chair, one leg at a time approaching me with the pace of a diva crossing a stage. Ever so slowly she spread her legs, that black skirt riding up her thighs revealing a shameless amount of curves and furred flesh, seating herself onto my lap as she faced me. Don't know why I was surprised but she wasn't wearing any panties. Her hands crested down my chest, parting the front jacket zipper open and exposing my tone to the cool air. Her nose pressed into mine, a slow hot kiss washing over my lips to the sound of her breath. Fingertips slipping downward ever by the moment until I heard the metal of my belt buckle coming apart. My eyes closed and my hands blazed a trail up those thighs without shame. Our breaths huffed together in tandem as Angel rode me right there on the patio for anyone to look out and see. Two wolves writhing together in a seat position nice and slow, a glorious female ass flexing and dropping against my dark jean clad thighs.

The hottest thing about Angel was she never asked about protection. Just straight up barebacking without giving a single fuck at all. "Y-You still didn't answer my question...haaah~" I groaned, gritting my teeth together, eyes still closed. Angel chewed on my bottom lip with the front of her teeth, her eyes likewise still closed, flat palms pushing against my pectorals, fingertips curling into them for dear life as it were. "Mmmm~...why do y-you want to know? F-feeling a little noble mister bandit?" she asked, humming in delight, her walls squeezing around my rigid cock each time.

"So the f-fuck what if I do?" I snickered, gripping that ass tighter and tighter.

Angel was silent a few moments before her voice dropped to a hot whisper, "Would you t-take me away if you could?"

"...Wh-what?"

"If you could have me...everyday...each and every morning...j-just you and me...everynight...could you save me from this place? Make my life worth living...would you?" she asked, her eyes looking into mine, eyelids barely open. I gazed back, half stricken with conflict for the first time in my whole fucking career. "...D-don't be fuckin' stupid..." I finally answered, my answer hurried and desperate as I broke eye contact. Angel fell silent, but her hips gyrated faster, taking us higher and higher. I couldn't look at her now. Fuck me sideways, why now was I feeling shame? Why did she have to ruin it? We had this nice fuckin' thing going on and now she was asking somethin' so stupid as that. Like I, the piece of shit that I am, could ever make a dame like her happy. I couldn't tell her who I was. What I was. Where I had come from. Even if I could take her away from all this, how long could I keep this bitch happy? I know who I am and what I do. The last thing I needed was someone hosing down the ride.

...Fuck the guilt of lying to myself was making my stomach nauseous...

We climaxed a few minutes later, holding desperately to one another. Angel had tucked her face into my cheek, nuzzling as my muzzle. Her right hand crested across my opposite cheek, smoothing her fingertips back and forth through the short hairs. I could feel the tears soaking into my face from her closed eyes.

"Raze...thank you..." she whispered, sighing quietly as her shoulders trembled.

"...Fer what?" I barely could speak, but not from the orgasmic high. More like the fuckin' shame.

"...For being you."

I sat there with the lump in my throat, my heart ready to leap up and out of my throat, my eyes wide and on the verge of watering for the first time in fuckin' forever. I stayed silent, my fingers clenched tight in her exposed ass cheeks unable to move away.

Angel nuzzled into my ear, touching a little kiss to the inner membrane, her voice whispering softly and almost...tragically. "Prince charming would have lied to me...and said yes. You might be from the wrong side of the tracks...but the bad boys are always honest. I don't need a hero. I need me." She draped her slender limbs over my shoulders and settled in, laying her head along my neck. I swallowed down a shaky breath and grit my teeth, eyes threatening to spill water as I gave her my respect.

"...F-fuck...you..." was all I could manage, instead of a simple you're welcome.

Angel burst into small soft laughter, her lips kissing my neck sweetly.

"...You gonna eat that bacon?"