The Skulls (19 page)

Angel had reached out to the other woman when Blaine
survived the first few weeks after surgery.

“Blaine?” Emily said. Darcy was on her hip.

He turned to her. “Thank you,” he said.

“Don’t spoil it. Go and get your girls.”

She watched him embrace both Emily and Darcy.

“You’re a hopeless romantic,” Lash said, muttering
against her head.

Turning to face her man she wrapped her arms around
his neck. “And you’re complaining? I don’t seem to recall you complaining when
I made you a dinner and then sucked your cock for dessert.”

“You’re right. I like your romantic, dirty style.”

Lash didn’t leave her side for the remainder of the
party. The sweet-butts avoided her while the old ladies embraced her.

Every now and then she saw Tate drinking from a
bottle and walking around the club. Murphy was never far from her side.

Shaking her head, Angel knew she would deal with her
friend another time. For now she was going to bask in having Lash in her arms.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said.

She followed him outside. “You can’t drive. You’ve
had too much to drink.”

“I don’t need to drive.”

He took her around the back of the club and farther into
the woodland area. She’d never been this far away from the club before.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

Lash stopped and produced a blindfold. “It’s a
surprise.”

Rolling her eyes, she waited for him to put the
blindfold on, and he led her still farther away from the club.

“You’re being all mysterious.”

“From the movies you’ve put me through I’d say I was
being romantic.”

She chuckled.

After a few more minutes walking Lash stopped. He
wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “I know you wanted to
see Blaine when he came home, which is why I didn’t stop you from going to the party,
but I wanted to get you to myself.”

The blindfold was removed, and Angel gasped. Candles
were laid out around a blanket and what appeared to be a picnic basket.

“You planned a romantic picnic?” she asked. Tears
filled her eyes.

“When it comes to you, baby, I plan everything.” He
helped her down to the blanket.

She sat and waited for him to dish out some of the
food. “Did Tate help you with this?” she asked.

“And Rose and Eva.
They
wanted tonight to be perfect. You helped bring Blaine’s woman back, and you
saved me from being shot or worse. In your own unique way, Angel, you’ve won
them all over. They love you for you,” Lash said.

Kneeling in front of him she pulled him close for a
kiss. “You always know what to say.”

“Also, I wanted to show you something else.”

Once all the food was laid out on the blanket, Lash
stood. She watched,
mouth watering
, as he removed his
shirt. “Look,” he said, pointing at the tree.

Her gaze travelled down. Grabbing a candle she
brought it close to his body. There, in the centre of his tree was her name.
She gasped.

“When did you get this?” she asked. The flesh looked
a little raw.

“I got it yesterday. I’ve been treating it, but
you’ve been too preoccupied with the party to see. I’m pleased. I wanted you to
see it at the right time.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Maybe one day you’ll get your own tattoo?” he
asked.

“I’d love to have your name on my skin.”

****

Lash should probably tell her he’d already booked
her an appointment, but he didn’t want to upset her. She looked so happy gazing
up at him. Dropping his hands to her face, Lash tilted her head back and
brushed her lips with his.

She moaned, rubbing her body against his. “I love
you, Nigel Myers.”

He chuckled, groaning. “You’re so not naming our
children,” he said.

“Why not?
I’d
be good at naming our children.”

Running his hand down her body he cupped her ass,
bringing her closer to his raging arousal. He was rock hard with the need to be
inside her body.

“You didn’t bring me here to seduce me. You brought me
here to have sex,” she said, smiling.

“Busted,” Lash said, pushing her down until she
lay
spread out before him. He’d purposefully made her wear a
skirt and top without anything on underneath. “Haven’t you ever wanted to make
love under the stars?”

“You’re winning me over again.”

“I’m wooing you.”

“Woo me then.”

Rearing back, he caressed her thighs and opened them
as he did.

“That’s cheating.”

“I’m wooing you.”

She chuckled, opening her thighs wider.

“You know you want me. I bet your pussy is soaking
wet.”

Angel didn’t say anything. She was playing the game
with him.

He moved down, pushed her skirt up and searched her
pussy, finding her cream.

“I knew you’d be soaking wet.” His fingers were
drenched. She was clearly turned on. “You always do that to me.” She moaned,
thrusting up to meet his searching fingers. Lash pressed two fingers inside her
and sucked her clit with his mouth. She cried out. Her fingers sank into his
hair and pulled on the length.

“Feel so good,” she said.

He nibbled and sucked on her clit, adding a third
finger into her cunt.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” He released her long
enough to speak.

“Please, Lash.”

Pumping his fingers inside her, he stroked her tight
nub feeling how close she was to the edge.

“Let go, Angel. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” As
he sucked her clit into his mouth, Angel exploded. Her cream gushed around his
fingers, and he drank from her.

He continued to touch her with one hand while the
other eased out his length. Lash got into position, aligned his cock, and
thrust home.

Their moans combined and echoed on the night air.

“I love you, Angel.”

Pulling out of her, Lash waited ‘til only the tip
was inside and then slammed in. He took her deep, prolonging her pleasure by
teasing her clit.

“I love you, Lash. It will always be you.”

Smiling, he made love to her, which had been his
intention all along. The stars glinted around them. The candles cast a soft glow
on her body. Lash had wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted her to
remember this night for months and years to come.

When the pinnacle came, he cried out her name and
collapsed on top of her. Angel shuddered around him. Her fingers caressed over
his skin. Rolling to his side, he pulled Angel close.

“I never thought I could be this happy,” she said.

“I don’t think you imagined being engaged to a
Skull, baby.”

She chuckled, and the sound warmed his heart.

“No, I didn’t imagine being engaged or having a
future with a biker. You’re all rough and hard, and you curse a lot.”

“Fuck off,” he said, joking.

Angel smiled up at him. “Mom said you guys were bad
news, but that’s not what I think.”

“What do you think we are?” He brushed her chestnut
hair off her face.

“I think you guys are one big family. You’re not
picture perfect and you’ll never be the ideal, but you’re a unit, a team, and a
family. You can always depend on each other.” She grabbed his hand and rested
it against her stomach. “And that’s what I’ll want for our children, Lash.”

He looked at her stomach and then at her. “Do you
mean you’re pregnant?” he asked.

Angel shook her head. “No, I’m not pregnant, Lash,
but I want to be. I want to have your children and be your wife. Most of all I
want to be your old lady and stand by your side.”

His woman was tearing him up inside.

“Angel, you’re the only woman I want by my side.”

He kissed her lips, showing her with actions all the
passion he held for her. They’d overcome so much in such a short time. Angel
hadn’t been affected by the death of her father, but he had. He’d kept the
secret of his nightmares to himself. None of the crew knew he’d been affected
by the death.

Taking a life with his bare hands had changed him in
a fundamental way. He was strong, and knowing how strong had scared him.
Snapping a guy’s neck would stay with him forever. Angel hadn’t judged him.
She’d supported him and listened to him as he talked about his problems.

“Lash?”

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, staring up at the stars.

“Put a baby inside me.”

His cock got instantly hard. All of his negative
thoughts drifted away as he held Angel in his arms. Pulling off her clothes,
Lash got her naked. They were going to be left alone for a long time. The party
was still in full swing.

Pushing his jeans down his thighs, Lash gripped his
erection once again. This time when he took her it would be different. Lifting
her legs over his shoulder he seated himself to the hilt inside her. He didn’t
move at all. With his hands on either side of her head, he gazed down into her
green depths.

He may be part of a biker club and that club may do
questionable things from time to time, but in Angel’s arms he felt like he
could rule the world. His woman, his old lady, held the key to his happiness, and
Lash was more than happy to bend to her will.

“I love you,” he said, easing out of her slowly.
Lash made love to her under a blanket of stars in the most perfect of ways.

Epilogue

Once Tate saw Angel and Lash leave, she grabbed her
purse and headed out into the main parking lot. She wouldn’t be going home
today or any other day. Tate hadn’t gotten around to telling Angel she’d signed
the papers to her apartment. After twenty-three years of living under her
father she was finally going to get away from him and away from The Skulls.

The only person she was interested in was Angel.
They’d still be friends, but everything else was over. She was done with the
secrecy, the betrayals, and a father who kept hurting a woman he was clearly in
love with.

“Tate, wait!” Murphy shouted her name trying to slow
her down.

And the last thing she was over with was Murphy, the
backstabbing, lying, betraying bastard who had made her fall for him and then
left her like she meant nothing. She was so over him and didn’t want to see him
again.

She kept walking, determined to start her new life
away from them. The local library had already hired her, and she was due to
start work Monday. Her independence was around the corner.

“Are you fucking deaf?” Murphy asked, grabbing her
arm and halting her progress.

Snatching her arm out of his grip she turned to walk
away.

“You’re walking away like a fucking child. You may
be grown up, Tate, but you’re just a spoilt fucking, baby.”

Tate stopped, turned and stormed back toward him. “I
may be a baby, but at least my vocabulary is better than yours, you stupid
bastard.” Angered at his presence she lashed out and shoved him.

Murphy didn’t go anywhere. He stayed put.

“We need to talk,” he said.

Shaking her head, she headed in the other direction.

“You can’t keep running from me, Tate. You need to
hear my side.”

She stopped and stared along the street, which was
visible by the street lights.

“Go on then, let me hear your side.” Folding her
arms under her breasts she stood and waited for him to explain. This man had
hurt her deeply by his deception.

“The club needed my help. They needed a man who
could infiltrate the Lions.”

Throwing her arms up in the air, Tate had heard
enough. “It’s always about the club, isn’t it?”

“I came back for you. I did this to keep you safe,”
he said, stepping closer.

“No, you did this for the club.”

“I care about you, Tate.”

“No, if you cared about me you’d have found some way
to tell me. You got up and just left, Murphy. You promised me you’d be there
for me no matter what. We were supposed to be together, and you just left. You
don’t care about me. The only person you care about is yourself.”

She turned to walk away and found herself pressed up
against the wall. Murphy invaded her space, standing too close for her comfort.
“I did what I had to in order to save the club. I care about you, and not a
moment went by when I wasn’t thinking about you.”

Tears sprang to her eyes.

“Then look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t fuck
any of the women?” she asked.

He jolted as if she’d hit him. Murphy couldn’t look
at her.