The Skulls (15 page)

“We’re taking David out and killing most of the
Lions. I’ve warned the sheriff, and he’s going to be on call in case we need
him to break it up.”

Lash didn’t feel comforted about the law being on his
case. In fact it irritated him. The law in Fort Wills didn’t handle the true
problems. They sat on their asses eating donuts and pretending they took care
of business.

The Skulls kept the shit off the streets. The Skulls
made sure the town was safe, and yet there were some of the locals who despised
them.

Shaking his head, Lash looked up to see Angel
leaning against the doorframe. Her hair was messy, and her whole body shouted
out that she’d been fucked
good
.

“I know you hate this plan, but this is what we do.
We don’t bring shit to Fort Wills. The Lions are our only threat, and we’ll
handle it outside of town, away from the women.” Tiny sounded tired.

“Are you okay?” Lash asked, gesturing for Angel to
come closer.

“I’m fine.”

“Eva?” Lash figured the only person to leave
Tiny
feeling tired and fed up was the young nanny.

“Is there anyone else I’d let do this to me?”

He didn’t answer. Lash doubted Eva knew the power
she had over the big, scary biker.

“I want you here as soon as you can. Nash is brooding,
and Kate’s not helping him.”

Rolling his eyes Lash agreed to stop by when he
could. It was Sunday, and he was staying with Angel for as long as he could.

He hung up the cell and wrapped his arms around his
woman. “Good morning,” he said.

“Morning.”
She
rested against him. “Who was on the phone?”

“Tiny, club stuff.”

“I hope Tate’s not in trouble for her turning up at
the party.”

“He’ll be pissed, but he won’t do anything.”

Lash cupped her between her thighs and moaned when
he felt her dripping flesh. “Are you still sore?”

“No, I’ve not been sore for a long time.” Angel
moaned, opening her thighs wider.

“Bend forward,” he said, lust replacing any concern
he’d originally had. He needed her so fucking bad.

She braced her arms on the counter, turning her head
to look at him over her shoulder. “Will it always be like this?”

“I fucking hope so,” Lash said, running a hand down
her back. He opened the cheeks of her ass wide to see her puckered hole and the
creamy slit of her pussy.

Running his fingers through her cream he penetrated
her with two fingers before sliding them back to her anus. Angel moaned around
him.

Lash shut out all of the problems that was occurring
in his life and settled his focus on Angel.

“I’m going to fuck this ass real soon, baby. You’ll
let me, won’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, anything you want.”

He smiled. With his other hand he grabbed his aching
cock and pressed the tip to her entrance. He’d gone without her cunt for a day,
and he was already close to the edge. When the tip of his cock was inside her,
Lash grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed inside her.

They both cried out, and Lash smiled as her pussy
rippled around him. She was soaking wet, and he wouldn’t have her any other
way. “You’re so tight.”

Her hands were flat on the surface, and Lash was
free to touch her at his will.

“Lash, please.”

“There’s no pain this time is there, baby?” he
asked. He didn’t move and ran his hands all over her ass and back.

“No, there’s no pain. It feels so good.”

Opening the cheeks of her ass, Lash watched his cock
slide out of her body and then
glide
in. Her cunt took
every inch of him.

Slapping her ass, he gripped her waist and then
rammed inside of her for the next few thrusts. She took him, her hands holding
onto the counter.

He took it in turns between looking at the side of
her face and where he disappeared inside her warm heat.

“How does it feel?” he asked, slipping a hand around
to her pussy. Lash stroked her wet pussy, finding her clit and pinching it.

“Amazing.”

Caressing her with two fingers Lash felt her pussy
respond by gripping him tight. Letting out a growl, he fingered her pussy until
a stream of cum soaked his cock. She cried out, riding his fingers and cock.

“That’s it, baby, ride me.”

He slapped her ass loving the sight of his hand
print on her ass. Once all the shit with the Lions was out of the way he was
getting his name printed on her flesh. He wanted everyone to know who his woman
belonged to.

“Lash.”
She
screamed his name as another climax gripped her.

“Who do you belong to, baby?”

“You, always you.”

“Say it. Say you belong to me.” He gripped her hips
and pounded inside her heat. Lash was rough, and he didn’t care. He needed to
feel her submit to him and say the words.

“I belong to you, Lash.”

A wave of peace floated around him, calming him.

“Tell me no other man is going to feel your warmth.”

“Lash?”

“Fucking say it, and mean it?”

“There’s never going to be any other man. It’s you,
Lash. It will always be you.”

Groaning, Lash let himself go, and the release
washed over him. Slamming inside Angel’s body he let himself go.

With a final thrust he erupted inside her. Rubbing
her ass Lash came back to his senses and saw Angel looking at him over her
shoulder. Her green eyes made him pause once more. He saw the question in her
eyes, but instead of answering her, he ignored it and pulled out.

Glancing down he saw the puffy red of her bare lips
and the white of his seed escaping.

All he wanted to do was hold him inside her body.
The consuming need to bind her to him in some way, terrified him. Words didn’t
feel enough to him. He felt the need to have something that gave him a reason
to always be in her life. A baby would guarantee that. Shaking his head, he
rinsed out a towel and pressed it to her pussy.

“That was the best way I’ve ever woken up on a
Sunday.” He dropped a kiss to the cheek of her ass and smiled when she moaned.

“I thought you’d have plenty of women to satisfy
your cravings.”

“Only when I was at the club.
I
don’t bring women here. This is my space.”

He poured two coffees, grabbed two bowls and the
only box of cereal he kept. Lash quickly poured her a bowl. Setting everything
on the table, Lash pulled her into his lap to eat.

“But I’m here,” she said, cutting into his thoughts.

“What?” he asked,
frowning.

“You said you never bring women here, but I’m here
and I’m a woman.”

“You’re
my
woman, Angel. It’s different.”

 
She didn’t
say anything more, which he was thankful for. After breakfast he phoned one of
the other Prospects to stay inside the house while he was at the bar.

Angel smiled at him when he left, and he wished he
could tell her what she wanted to hear. Until he was sure the threat of the
Lions was gone, he wasn’t going to get her hopes up.

Chapter
Eleven

Over the next couple of days Angel was confined to
the house or the club when Lash needed to go and be with his crew. She didn’t
mind being around him at all. Her feelings for Lash had intensified, and she no
longer doubted if she loved him. Angel knew she was in love with Lash, which
meant his secrets made it hard for her to handle. She knew he was keeping
something from her, and she hated it. Secrets, no matter who kept them, were
always bad things. She hated secrets. Look what happened to her father when
he’d kept secrets from her.

Other than being confined and the secrets,
everything else was amazing. When Lash gave her his full attention all of her
doubts vanished. He was so attentive, insatiable, and he rocked her world. She
never thought it was possible to be walking on cloud nine, but her life had
turned into a constant cloud nine whenever she was with Lash. Angel never
thought Lash could be so giving and fun. He bought plenty of DVDs for them to
watch, and they were not always action flicks or horror movies.

She’d lost count of the number of times he’d cooked
for her, not just breakfast but dinner and dessert. They talked about
everything, apart from the club. Angel understood talking about the club was
off limits, and she didn’t mind. The less she knew about his dealings inside
The Skulls, the happier she was.

Her thoughts turned to their intimate time together.
She couldn’t call it fucking or just sex. What they shared together was
something more than sex and fucking. When they were together, exploring and
making love, she felt connected to him. They were equals, and she gave pleasure
as much as received it.

He’d also started playing with her ass. She knew he
wanted to take her
there,
but she
couldn’t help but hold some reserves about it. Anal sex terrified her, even
though she’d snuck on the internet to check out some of the links.

Angel was sure Lash knew she’d checked out some
sites because when he came out of his office the other day he’d smirked at her.
He’d not said anything embarrassing, but he’d pulled her close and kissed her
head. She didn’t know what it was about him kissing her temple, yet she found
it to be one of the sweetest things he’d ever done.

Rubbing her temple she listened to Tate moan over
the phone. “I mean he’s got Steven here all the time. He’s got his own bloody
room and everything. Eva and I have been banned from going out. Dad completely
freaked out yesterday when Eva took out the trash. He yelled, she screamed at
him, and it ended with him slamming the office door and Eva locking herself in
her room. I swear I’m going to lock them in a room and make them get over their
issues.”

“
Tiny’s
protecting both of
you. I don’t know what from, but I’m not allowed out without Blaine. He’s
always here. Lash told me he’s the next best Prospect.” Angel rubbed her hands
down her thighs.

Blaine was in the kitchen making another coffee for
them both. They were playing cards, and he’d given her some privacy to make her
phone call.

“Dad is going to drive Eva away. I know he is. I’ve
seen her looking at other job vacancies. I can’t blame her. I love her like a
Mom, but she’s only my nanny. I’m too old to have a nanny,” Tate said. “So,
anyway, how are things going with the stud muffin? I’ve heard he can be a bit
of an animal, which is totally gross because I see him as a brother, but I’m
trying to be supportive.”

Laughing, Angel smiled at Blaine as he brought their
coffees through. “He’s perfect. I can’t fault him, and I’m not going to go into
details, Tate. He’s like a brother to you, and I’m not keen on telling you
everything.”

“Spoil-sport.”

She heard Tate sigh.

“I can’t stand this. I want to see you. I know it
has only been a couple of days since I’ve last seen you, but I need some more
company. Eva would like to meet you as well.”

Angel glanced at the clock on the far wall. “I’ll
talk with Lash when he gets home. He should be back around seven.”

“Tell him I’ll go bat-shit crazy if he says no,”
Tate said.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you sound like a
spoiled biker princess?” Angel asked.

“Do I look like the kind of woman who cares?”

Angel said not, but she believed Tate cared a whole
lot. There were times she detected the vulnerability inside the other woman.
Tate had been hurt in the past, and she was putting on a bullshit exterior to
keep people out.

“I better go. Daddy’s
back,
and he sounds in a foul mood again. Take care, Angel.”

“And you.”

She rang off and stared at Blaine, who was looking
at his cell phone. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, how’s Tate?” he asked, pocketing his cell.

“She’s not doing
good
at
all. Do you think Lash will let me visit with her?”

He shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. “I can’t
say.”

All the members were silent.

“What about the other women? Are they confined at
home or not?”

Blaine looked uncomfortable.

“What? What is it?” she asked.

“The old ladies have gone away. The guys have sent
them away, but the sweet-butts are camping out at the club. Then there’s you
and Tate. I don’t know what’s going on.”

His words sent pain throughout her whole body. The
old ladies were gone, which could only mean she was not an old lady. Was she
reading the wrong signals from Lash? Did he want to get rid of her?

She wanted to grill Blaine more, but Lash walked
through the front door. Closing her eyes she waited for him to come into the
room. His hand went to her shoulder, and he kissed her temple once again.