"Is there anywhere we can go?" Ivy asked huskily, full of need.

"You sure?" Vic grunted scanning the area.

She nodded into his neck, nipping at his pulsing jugular. "I can't start tattooing until the bands are done... at least an hour…" She gently squeezed the aching bulge straining under his zipper.

"Please…I want…" she whispered when he hesitated.

"Its risky..."

"Please..." Ivy sighed again. That was all he needed to break any resolve or common sense he struggled to put forward. He took her hand and led her to the fire escape on the side of the warehouse. He gently pushed her up the stairs ahead of him keeping his eyes open for anyone lingering below. Lax continued to keep alert as he smuggled her down the hall into his room. He closed the sliding door he managed to put together for privacy. She hardly noticed the swastika and Confederate flags on the walls of this small room. She knew she should be bothered, her guilt fought to rise but all she wanted to focus on was Vic in the dim light of the windowless room.

Ivy wondered how he could make her feel this way; so completely overwhelmed; he infiltrated her senses and made her feel like she had no control. His heat, his scent his energy penetrated every pore and she had to touch him. Had to let him touch her. She never lost control, not until Vic. She felt tears well. She was also assaulted by the guilt and the fear that she might lose him or might love him?

Lax grasped her shoulders and he brushed the hair from her face with his nose then pulled back to lock eyes with Her. Ivy noticed a softness there she'd never seen before, but behind it something else burned. He placed his palms on her glistening cheeks, wet with her tears then moved closer to kiss her. Lax wanted to take his time. He didn't want this to feel like a guilty stolen moment. He was feeling something for Ivy and her tears proved she felt for him. His first touch was soft, their lips barely meeting. The second slightly firmer. The third his tongue flicked gently against hers. His hands moved to the back of her head, tangling her hair, pulling her to him. His kiss became rough and hard, overflowing with the passion burning in his eyes. He crushed his lips to hers, melding them together, his tongue searching her mouth, snake-like.

As they kissed open mouthed and greedily the knot of fear in Ivy's stomach gradually unwound and was replaced by the intoxicating wave of desire only he could arouse. His hands pulled at her clothes, hers at his. He kneeled and unlaced her boots. Watching him untie and remove them one at a time made her thighs tremble. After slipping out of her tight jeans, she stood before him for a moment watching him take in her naked form. His eyes lingered on her and the hunger in them made her feel precious, wanted. She lowered herself to his mattress and lay back watching him remove his own steel toed boots. He then pulled down his red braces and stripped his shirt off, losing each piece of clothing a step at a time as he approached, almost stalking toward her. His belt was undone, the buckle clinking as he moved. He kneeled over her, his body pressing down on top of her while she quickly opened his pants freeing his hard cock so it was between them flesh on flesh. His mouth moved to her neck, licking, sucking and biting; marking her over the vengeful marks of Doug's attack. Healing her flesh with his mouth. Marking her. There was no need; she already knew she was his.

Ivy I don't want anyone else touching you.

She pushed him back and he flipped over pulling her down on top of him. She leaned over him, kissing his neck, moving down to flick her tongue against his nipples, sucking them hard. All the time she rocked her hips, massaging his cock with her slick pussy. She continued her path downward, kissing every inch of his skin. Reaching his cock she took him gently in her hands. She brought her lips softly to the delicate skin of his head. Adjusting her position she licked, hardly touching, from base to tip. A soft groan of appreciation escaped his lips. The sound sent a shiver down her spine as she opened her mouth to him. Slowly she took his entire length in her throat, deeper than she'd ever dared or wanted to before with any other guy. She held him there for a moment, marveling at the perfect fit. Then she drew her lips back, her tongue tracing the line back to his tip. She slowly worked him in and out, each time drawing him deep. Her fingers stroked his balls, gently massaging him. She had never felt more desperate to please.

She continued her long strokes, gradually building her pace. He felt almost unbelievably hard in her mouth and her hands. She longed to taste his come on her tongue, and as if reading her mind, one long last suck pulled a low groan from him as he filled her mouth. Ivy licked him clean, kissing every inch of his cock, and swallowing every drop of his come. She slithered up his body to kiss him. As his lips meet hers once more, he murmured into her mouth. "God I need to hear you come." She moaned her agreement. He pressed his fingers into her hips, pulling her up his body. She reached out to grasp wall in front her as he positioned her hips above his head, shooting his tongue out to flick it against her clit. A long teasing lick from ass to clit drew a soft moan from her. He slipped his tongue seductively inside of her with enough force to fuck her with it. Her palms lay flat against the wall fingers scratching the plaster as her head dropped and her breathing became raw and heavy. He slightly altered the tilt of her hips, bringing his tongue to her clit again. It was hard and eager for his touch as he slipped it into his mouth, sucking hard, tantalizingly allowing his teeth to brush against her most sensitive spot. More moans forced their way from her lips and she pushed her hips down to meet his mouth.

He built up a rhythm, flicking his tongue as her hips rocked gently. She felt her orgasm nearing. Ivy marveled again at how quickly he brought her to climax, his skills breathtaking. His tongue relentlessly constructed the explosion of pleasure that tore through her body. She threw her head back emitting a rough guttural moan, her lips struggling to form his name. By this time, he was ready for her again. Not allowing her a moment to rest he pushed her back adjusting her hips and with one swift stroke slid himself inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even closer, even deeper. He moved expertly, rhythmically, fast and hard. Her voice grew hoarse from the moans he constantly forced. His ruthless thrusts pulsed more aching pleasure through her entire body.

Exhausted as she was from the intensity of her climaxes she couldn't help but want to give him the same. She straightened herself and moved on top of him, slowly sinking down, taking him to the hilt. She gently circled her hips and clenched simultaneously. He hissed through his teeth and she threw her head back massaging her breasts with heavy-lidded eyes gazing down as she rode him. She kept a relentless pace, torturing her body, pushing herself far beyond the limits of her endurance. But she could not, would not stop. Continuously thrusting her hips, she kept driving his cock deep inside. Ivy's mind floated into a world where there was only Vic. No one and nothing standing between them. She could only hear his groans and hard breathing even above her own. He was holding back. Although her eyes were closed she felt him watching her intensely, following the path of the beads of sweat coursing down her glistening body, sensing her pain, knowing she needed to do this as she struggled with her guilt. The connection was ethereal Somehow it felt otherworldly for both of them.

He let her continue until her hands dropped and she collapsed onto his chest. Then he let her body sink to the mattress beside him. Looking down at her he took his place again between her legs, soaking with sweat and her juices. He pushed inside her with a couple of hard thrusts before finally allowing himself the sweet release of filling her with his come. Afterward, they lay still holding each other tightly, their sweat and come mingling between their hot bodies. She gulped air into her lungs, her mind far away and fuzzy, but knowing with absolute certainty that this is where she belonged.

Ivy pulled back to look in his eyes holding back her tears of terror and relief. She opened her mouth to speak, but he held a shaking finger to her lips.

"I love you Ivy. Does that scare you? God I love you. It fucking terrifies me. I didn't mean for this to happen…"

"Me too," She whispered "It is happening. I love you. We have to make it work. How?"

He shook his head, "We'll figure it out."

Their eyes held each other in the silence. Her heart beat fast. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close and held her tightly like he never wanted to let go. She buried her head in his neck and held just as tightly. "I know it's dangerous but I don't care. I don't even care what you are...I can 't..."

"It's almost eleven." Lax said breaking their reverie.

"I should get down there then."

As they started to dress, Ivy gave him smile.

'Ivy, I need to talk to you about something." He said seriously.

She glanced at him almost knowingly, the notebook on her mind. "Okay?"

"Not now, but soon. There's stuff you should know about me…"

Ivy nodded, her face radiating the calm, serene expression he craved.

"Later. We have time." She smiled again and headed to the door.

He stood lookout in the hallway while she made it to the fire escape. Once she was safely outside he sighed. He knew he was risking his life but after what they'd just done there was no way he was gonna stop now. Sex had never been so emotional and spiritually fulfilling. He felt a bond; a connection to Ivy he couldn't explain. Shit he'd told the girl he loved her. And he did.

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Downstairs the party was in full swing. The music was loud as the band was finishing its last song of the set. Several guys were windmilling in the pit others stood around the keg and a few started to line up at Ivy's table. Ivy noticed Vic on the far side of the room drinking a beer. She could see Doug and JC glaring at Vic and talking among themselves but was too far away to know what they were saying. She concentrated on inking the AB brand on the neck of the first guy at her table.

"Damn nigger lover being treated like a guest of honor," Doug complained glaring at Lax's back.

"Aint right." JC agreed.

"Somebody ought to do something about it," Doug complained.

"Yeah.

"I said, someone should do something about it. It should be you since you know he's banging Ivy right?"

"Bullshit."

"They were both gone for an hour and come downstairs from his room, making a big deal of looking like they weren't together. I saw them at the shop last week too. Look at her fucking neck…don't be such a damn idiot JC. Hell, why him, why not you? You were the one after her all these years ain't you pissed?"

JC's fists clenched as he approached Lax from behind.

"Know what I think? I think Vic Bishop is a nigger lover."

"What?" Lax turned quickly toward the insult angrily throwing his cup to the floor.

"I said you're a nigger lover and I know about Ivy."

"You don't know a motherfucking thing!" Lax pushed JC back then swung a hard punch to his face before tackling him to the floor. The brawl began. Ivy stopped work on the guy she was tattooing and had to hold back from going to Vic. Even the raucous music halted as everyone was cheering on the fight. The brawl was escalating further when Gall's booming voice came from upstairs.

"Stop!" What is this crap?"

"Vic's beating the piss out of JC." Doug happily informed their boss.

"Why?"

"JC called Vic a nigger lover."

"Vic in my office. Now!"

Lax squinted at Gall then gave a last look nodding around at the crowd and headed upstairs. He shot a sidelong glance at Ivy, who was carefully watching him.

Lax followed Gall into his office retying the flannel shirt around his waist and straightening his braces. Gall passed the long rectangular meeting table in the center of the room and sat at his desk. Lax stood before him, feeling like a kid in the principles office. Shit, he might have blown the whole thing losing it on JC like that. He tried to keep a calm expression on his face.

"Now, Vic." Gall stroked his handlebar mustache. "Have you been happy here? "

"I've never felt more at home."

"Nothing bothers you?"

"No…nothing, I…" Lax paused. "Honestly Mr. Gall, I wish there wasn't so much competition among the brothers. "

"Competition between the brothers?"

"It just seems that personal power within the group is more important to some than the entire concept of white power."

"You sure about that Vic?"

"Yes, sir I am."

"And what would you do about it if you were in my shoes?"

"If I were in your shoes, I'd make me captain."

"That right? That what you'd do?"

"I can understand why you would put someone else, someone local ahead of me sir."

"Dougie-Dog? That boy's too dumb to lead sheep."

"Sir?"

"I saw the way you beat on JC. I know what he called you, but don't you think that was a bit excessive?"

"I, ah, I snapped. It won't happen again."

"Snapped? Bullshit! You wanted me to see you have what it takes. Someone insults you, you show them what happens. I respect that."

"Thank you, Mr. Gall."

"I got plans Vic. Big plans. The storm is coming. Taken together the minorities make up fifty-three percent of our country now. We're being chased off our land and most good white people don't have a clue. I never thought I'd see the day there'd be a nigger in the White House." Gall shook his head. "A disgrace."

Gall moved toward a map of the United States on the wall. "So the question is what do we do about it Vic? We have chapters in at least seven counties in each of these states. Georgia, Alabama, Kentucky, Pennsylvania and Connecticut. When we launch in Georgia, there will be identical strikes in each one. These attacks will inspire others to stand up and face what's been coming ever since that bastard Lincoln pissed on the constitution."

"That's the reason I came down here."

Gal looked hard at Lax."Are you ready?'

"Fuck yeah, I'm ready."

"Well, I guess I'm gonna say it. Congratulations Vic you are the new captain of the UABA SS. Say it with me now."

"The United Aryan Brothers of America Surville Section." The two men stated in unison.

Gall poured Lax a shot of whiskey. "How does it feel?"

Lax nodded his head. "Good. It feels good. I won't let you down sir."

"Oh and Vic one more thing. I saw you getting close with Ivy Pierce. And I don't put much stock in rumors, but there been talk of you and her…"

"Rumors sir. All it is."

"That's what I thought. Now a man has his needs and I understand that, but we got plenty women around here that are our kind to take care of that. A lot of them are the marrying type. Keeping the race going is important Vic. "

"Yes sir."

"So Ivy does tattoos on my boys, but that's as far as it goes. She ain't one of us and top it off that daddy of hers is a rat. I'll let you in on this. See I have a deal with Ivy. She does what I want and I keep her father out the hat*. He testified against my closest brother, the guy I came up with." Gall bowed his head for a moment. "About ten years ago. My best friend Merle was accused and convicted of burning down a black church with three niggers inside. Harlan Pierce was a witness and the only one who came forward so it went to trial. My buddy, he's on death row all cause of Pierce. So there's a death threat out on old Harlan and I'm the only one standing between that man and his meeting his maker. Me. As long as she does what I say, tattoos and things, her daddy lives. So you can see she's not one of us and her daddy is the worst kind of race traitor. So you tell me the truth now son. Are you involved with Ivy Pierce in any way?"

"No, sir."

"You wouldn't be lying to me boy?"

"No, sir. I don't give a shit about that piece of race traitor ass." Lax said the words feeling his gut clench.

"Good. Well, you go on down and get your brand now son." Gall slapped Lax on the back. "You know I got a niece I'd like for you to meet. Heidi. She's a good Aryan stock type of woman be perfect for a captain of the Brotherhood like you."