The Skulls (12 page)

“Tate’s hurting.” Lash lit a smoke and stared out at
the distance. He was surprised to see Nash without a woman on his arm.

“I yelled at Eva when she asked if she should be
looking for another job. I told her to keep her ass where I told her to and if
she wanted to do something useful she should start doing as she’s told.” Tiny
sighed. “I was a fucking pig to her. I called her fat and useless. I hurt her.”

Lash shook his head. Eva wasn’t fat. She was rounded
in all the right places but a little bigger than Angel. When he looked at Eva
he was always reminded of a woman who’d be a loving mother. He’d seen her with
kids and knew she was gentle at heart. Tiny saying stuff like that would hurt
her feelings.

“Tate’s a little old to be having a nanny. You’ve
got to figure out what to do about Eva. She’s got a life to live, too.” Lash
took a deep draw on his smoke and thought about Angel. He was taking her
tonight. Staring at Hardy and Rose, he knew he wanted something similar to what
they had. The commitment and the trust shone brightly between them.

“She’s been part of my life since Patricia died. Eva
cooks, cleans, and takes care of everything.” Tiny shook his head laughing. “I
can run this fucking town and keep my bikers happy, but the thought of running
my home alone terrifies me. Patricia loved that house, and I want it to stay
that way.”

Lash knew there was more to
Tiny’s
anger, and he was keeping it to himself.

Tiny finished off his cigarette.

“Tate doesn’t know about Murphy, does she? That’s
why she’s at the party and trying to give me a heart attack,” Tiny said.

“She’s hurting because he left. I think she was in
love with him, and he betrayed her,” Nash said, surprising Lash.

“I need to get a woman under me or seriously drunk.
I’m going back inside. I suggest you two do the same. We’ve got a lot of work
to do in the next week.” Tiny left them alone.

“Where’s Kate?” Lash asked.

“Probably giving some other guy a
fuck.
I don’t know. Tiny needed someone, and you were dealing with Angel. Shit is
going to hit the fan soon. Do you realise this could be our last real party
together?” Nash said, looking out at the scenery.

“Don’t talk like that,” Lash said. “We’ve been
through worse.”

“I don’t know. It just
don’t
feel right to me.” Nash was silent for a few seconds. “Do you think Mom and Dad
would approve of how we are?”

“I really don’t know.” Lash tried not to think of
what his mother and father would think.

“We can’t change it now. I suggest you get back to
your woman. She looks hot.”

Lash chuckled and hit out at his brother. “Keep your
dirty hands off my woman.”

They headed around the front of the club. In the
short time they’d been away things had already started to spice up. Women were
all in different states of undress. He passed one woman who was giving a biker
a blow job and another guy a hand job. Shit, he needed to get inside the bar.
Everything always got worse inside the club. Going to the door he paused when
he saw Tate dancing on one of the tables. Steven was stood between two tables
talking, and then he saw Angel on the other table. His woman was obstructed by
Tate’s form, but now he saw her clearly.

She was drinking from a bottle and dancing to the
erotic pulse of the music playing in the background. Both women were beautiful
and entirely out of place. Neither of them was dancing in order to gain
attention, but from the panting looks of the men around them, they were rocking
the moves. They were both smiling at each other, and Angel looked fresh-faced
while Tate finally looked free.

“Lash, whoop, come here, buddy,” Tate said, yelling
over the music. “Angel’s awesome.”

His woman turned to him with a smile. She wasn’t
drunk, but she was a little merry. He saw that in the way she smiled at him.
There was still a hint of reserve to her.

Walking toward her, Lash made his way through the
crowd of people to get to Angel’s table.

“Hi,” she said. Her hips swung from side to side.

“Hi yourself.”

“Are you angry with me?” She pouted at him, and he
found the action incredibly cute.

“I leave you alone for two minutes, and you’re
dancing sexily on a table. What do you think?” he asked.

“You don’t look angry. You’ve got your sexy smile
on. I like your sexy smile. It does nice things down here.” Her hand went
between her thighs.

Lash hauled himself up on the table and grabbed her
hand as whistles met her actions. Angel may not realise it, but she was winning
their vote on her being his old lady. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he
held her tight against him. “I’m the only one who can touch your pussy.”

“I want you to touch me. I’m burning inside. Please,
Lash.” Her arms went around his neck. There was no way he’d take her in this
current state. The rest of the night she was not drinking anything. He was
going to have her sober.

Taking the bottle from her fingers, he took a long
gulp of the burning whiskey. Glancing toward the bar he didn’t see
Mikey
. Whoever gave his woman whiskey was going to feel his
fist.

“Come on, you can dance for me.” He helped her down
to her feet, and several bikers cheered. Next, Lash grabbed Tate and handed her
to Steven. “Keep her out of trouble. If Tiny finds out you’ll be lucky to have
a cock left.”

He took Angel outside to help her sober up. Her arms
were wrapped around his neck, holding onto him.

“I like this party, Lash. It’s fun.”

Leaning against a wall he tugged her between his
legs. She wiggled her body next to his making him moan.

“I think that’s the whiskey talking.”

Her hand landed on his cock, rubbing him through his
jeans. “Fuck, baby.”

“I know what I’m talking about, and I want to do to
you what you do to me, Lash. I’m not drunk. I know what I’m doing.”

Before he could say anything she sank to her knees
in front of him.

“Angel, what are you doing?”

“I’m giving you pleasure. I’ve seen a couple of the
girls do it, and now I want to do it to you.” She fumbled with the tie in his
leather pants.

Lash stopped her. She looked up at him with such an
endearing smile on her lips. “I can’t let you do this.”

“Why not?
You’ve licked my pussy. I’ve even got all the hair ripped off to please you. I
want to do this, please, Lash. I really do.”

She tugged on his pants even as she stuck her lip
out. Lash growled in annoyance and released his pants. He was going to regret
this, but he couldn’t stand to see the hurt on her face. She looked like he’d
hurt her cat or something.

Angel pulled his pants down to his thighs, and his
cock sprang out. He was so turned on by her dancing and everything about her,
he was ready to explode. Her hands wrapped around his length, pumping the shaft
with her tight, little fist.

“Fuck, baby, that feels good.” He stared down at
her, watching her ministrations on his cock.

She ran her finger through the slit of his cock,
coating her fingers with his leaking pre-cum.

“What’s this?”

“That’s
my cum
,” he said.

Angel pressed a finger to her lips, tasting him. In
the next breath her mouth was on him.

Her inexperience drove Lash wild. In the weeks and
months to come he hoped to teach her how to suck him properly, but for now he
loved the way she took him into her mouth. There was
a
hesitancy
about her. She took him until he hit the back of her throat
and then stopped. He watched her head bob as she took him in her mouth. The
rest of the club faded into the background. Lash savoured every second of Angel
and her mouth on him.

His balls tightened, and with two quick thrusts
inside her mouth he erupted filling her with his seed. Surprise gripped him as
she swallowed him down. She didn’t hesitate, merely swallowed him down, and he
couldn’t believe it. His little virgin looked so happy when she rested her head
against his thigh.

“Did I give you pleasure?” she asked.

“You’ve got no idea how much pleasure you’ve given
me.”
 

Chapter
Nine

Later that night Angel sat in the corner of the bar
while Lash played cards with a couple of the club members. The party was
starting to die down, but she’d gotten an eyeful throughout the night. After
she’d given Lash a blow job, which she loved, the party came apart at the
seams. They’d walked back into the bar in time to see Hardy penetrate Rose.
Angel had been so shocked and turned on by what she’d seen that she’d stood and
watched. Lash hadn’t spoken a word throughout. He’d stood behind her with his
arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against him.

The love was clear to see shining between Hardy and
Rose. She wished things were different for her and Lash. Angel knew she was
falling hard for him and may already be in love with him. She wanted to change
for him and be what he needed in a woman. When Tate handed her the whiskey
she’d felt the instant buzz, so that when her friend jumped up on the table,
she’d followed suit.

After Rose and Hardy left to go to a private room,
several of the sweet-butts had taken on the men. She never knew four men could
fuck one woman before. Not only had she seen that, but she’d watched one of the
men penetrate one woman before going to another and he’d switched between them
throughout. She’d never be able to handle such crass attention. Lash didn’t
seem fazed by the happenings in the club. It was only when Tiny took a woman
through to his office that Lash tensed up.

Nash had spoken up and told him to leave it alone.

Angel kept her nose out of it. Her first ever party
had been a success in her mind.

“How are you doing over there, Angel?” Zero asked.
He was playing cards with her man. Hardy and Rose had come back down, and Hardy
was playing cards while Rose did a little light clearing up.

“I’m sober.”

“Good, because we’ll be leaving soon,” Lash said,
stroking her thigh.

She moaned, opening her thighs wider for him.

“I never thought I’d see the day when Angel Marston
would stand on the tables and dance like that,” Kate said, taking a seat on
Nash’s lap.

Nash slapped her ass warning her to be quiet.

“What? I’m only speaking the truth. I wonder who she
was dancing for,” Kate said, continuing to speak.

“I wasn’t dancing for anyone. I joined my friend up
on the table and had some fun. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” Angel rested her
head against Lash’s arm. He smiled down at her as she smiled up at him.

“I think you’re a natural, honey,” Rose said, taking
a seat beside Hardy. “Besides, we old ladies need to stick together. We’re the
ones that are going to stick around.” Rose shot a glare at Kate.

“Put the claws away, kitten.” Hardy kissed his
woman.

Angel watched the interplay. She saw the respect the
guys had for Rose and the lack of it toward Kate. The other woman really was
anyone’s piece of ass.

Lash slammed his cards on the table. “I’m out,
fuckers. See you tomorrow.” He got up from the table, slapped the guys’ hands
and together they made their way toward his bike.

“We didn’t need to go if you didn’t want to,” Angel
said. She’d been enjoying the banter.

“I only stayed longer for you to sober up.” He
cupped her ass, rubbing his crotch against the front of her body. “If I’d taken
you home I wouldn’t have controlled myself. Your first time, you’re going to
remember it.”

From all the coffee he’d given her she was as sober
as they came.

“Take me home, Lash.” She snuggled close, inhaling
his masculine scent. Lash handed her the jeans, which she put on.

He climbed on the bike, and she straddled the bike
behind him. Lash handed her a helmet again, and she held on tighter than ever
before. The drive back to his place was far more liberating than the drive to
the club. She felt freer in mind and in spirit as they raced for home. She
loved the feeling of the fresh air even in the darkness. Angel squealed and
giggled. She felt Lash do the same.

When they pulled up into his driveway, she was
turned on and ready for whatever Lash had to offer. The jeans and helmet were
removed the instant she stepped off the bike.

Like all the other times before, he took control.
Grabbing her hand he opened and locked his front door behind them. He didn’t
wait around to turn on lights but went straight upstairs to the bedroom.

Once inside Angel gasped as Lash sank a hand into
her hair and his other hand curved around her waist. He brought her close,
pressing his lips to hers. Closing her eyes, she opened her lips to receive his
passionate kisses. His tongue traced her lips before plunging inside. There was
no stopping his touch. The hand in her hair tightened to a fist pulling on
strands of her hair. She gasped from the slight pain but didn’t pull away from
him.