The Skulls (7 page)

She watched, unable to tear her gaze away, when he
tore at his jeans until they were thrown to the floor. His boots were taken off
during the undressing. She also got a shot of a tattoo on his back, a picture
of a skull and cross-bones with the titles Fort Wills and The Skulls across the
top and underneath.

Lash turned back to her butt ass naked. His cock
stood out long, thick, and proud. She saw the tip leaking pre-cum, which he
smeared over the head. He was that aroused his foreskin was pulled away,
exposing the mushroomed tip.

It was her first real look at him. His body was
twice the size of hers but without a trace of fat visible. She doubted he even
had a blob of cellulite.

“I’m not ready,” she said, holding up her hands when
he came closer.

“I’m not going to fuck you like this. We can do a
lot more than fuck. Besides, your first time is not going to be on my fucking
dining room table.” He came over, settling between her thighs.

What could they possibly do?

He teased the tip of his cock through her slit. She
gazed down to see the thick rod of his shaft laid between her pussy lips. Her
cream coated the length making it slippery.

“This is insane. What are you doing?” she asked.

Lash smirked. “I’ve made you come twice. I think
it’s my time.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m getting off, baby. I need release, and I’m not
finding any other woman to give me what I want. It’s only you.”

He shut her up with his mouth. She felt him get
harder through the slit of her pussy. During his kiss, Lash started to move
against her. With each thrust of his hips Lash bumped her clit, making her cry
out.

When her mouth opened, Lash slammed his tongue deep
inside.

There was nothing for her to do other than stroke
him with her own. They made love on top of his dining room table without him
once entering her. Angel got closer to orgasm with each caress of her clit.

His dick was thick and large. She didn’t know if
he’d be able to fit inside her and was pleased they weren’t going to try
tonight. He started to pant, and his tongue thrust into her, harder and faster
than ever before.

“Come for me, Angel. I want to feel you come again.”

She gave him what he wanted. There was no stopping
the way she felt. The pent up of emotion was too much. She reached climax
within a matter of moments. Seconds later
Lash
thrust
against her one final time, and then she felt the spurts of his seed as they
landed on her stomach.

He let out a male growl and shuddered.

Angel stared up at him, unsure what to do. He looked
in pain. She touched him arm trying to gain his attention. His eyes opened, and
she was caught in their intense blue stare.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“I should be asking you that question.”

She frowned at him.

“You’ve never had
a guy
spunk on you, baby. This is a lot of firsts with you. How are you handling it?”
he asked.

First, she hated the word spunk. It was crass and
one of the worst things she’d ever heard. Many of the guys at the club shouted
it or spoke about it. Other than that, she’d loved everything he’d done to her
body. Licking her lips, she stared up at him wishing there was something she
could say. Complaining about his use of the word spunk was petty. She wouldn’t
bring it up. Lash was harder and rougher by choice. She needed to accept that
about him.

“I’m handling everything fine.” She nodded her head.
Her insides were all tied in knots. She didn’t know how to handle what was
happening. Twenty-four hours ago she hadn’t been touched by anyone, and now she
was being wet humped on a dining room table. Angel couldn’t think what to call
it. She knew it wasn’t dry humping and feeling how wet she was, it was the only
way she could describe it. They’d wet humped on the table, and now her stomach
was covered with his semen.

Totally strange turn of events considering she
didn’t think Lash knew she existed. She’d been wrong.

****

Only with great restraint did Lash pull away from
her body. How he managed to hump her pussy without fucking it was beyond him. Staring
down at her stomach he saw the droplets of his seed coating her skin. A primal
part of him wanted to rub the sticky seed into her skin. He wanted to mark her
body and skin so every man knew who she belonged to.

He moved away long enough to grab a towel. When she
made to move off the table, Lash stopped her with a hand to her stomach.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to admire my pussy.” Lash reached down,
grabbing his cigarettes and a lighter. Grabbing the seat he’d pushed to the
floor, he righted it and took a seat.

She was shaking as he turned to fully look at her
body. He lit up a cigarette, inhaled the nicotine before breathing it out. Lash
knew he needed to quit. There was no way he’d make Angel kiss him with smoker’s
breath. He needed the smoke after the restraint he’d just shown.

“Smoking will kill you, you know?” she said.

Lash laughed. “I know, baby. After the orgasm you’ve
just given me, I need a little reprieve.”

He heard her giggle, and the sound was delightful to
him.

“How old are you?” she asked, catching him by
surprise.

“What?”

“I don’t even know how old you are. Is that bad?”

Taking another deep draw on his cigarette Lash
returned his gaze to her creamy pussy. Her clit was still swollen, and her lips
were soaking wet from her cream. He’d wiped most of the semen away, but he
wished it covered her pussy.

He looked forward to her getting a wax down there.
Lash would be able to lick, suck, and nibble on her lips, clit and pussy all
day long.

“It’s bad for anyone else. You don’t know a lot
about me. I’m twenty-nine, baby.” He flicked ash in the ash tray and continued
to stare at her cunt.

His cock thickened from the sight alone.

With his free hand, he started to pump the flesh.

“Do you know how old I am?” Angel asked. Her voice
was small.

He chanced a glance in her direction to see her
staring up at the ceiling.

“I know how old you are.” He waited a few minutes to
see if she’d ask. “You’re nineteen years old, and your favourite colour is
blue.”

Lash hated the fact he knew so much about her. His
knowledge of her made him feel like a stalker.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she said.

He laughed, finished his cigarette and removed the
ashtray from view. Lash moved to the sink, washed his hands and walked to her
side.

“What don’t you believe?” Helping her off the table,
Lash waited for her to elaborate.

“You must think I’m completely weird.”

Shaking his head, Lash bent down to pick up some
bags. “I don’t think you’re weird. Don’t put any clothes on and follow me.”

He headed up the stairs. Going straight for the main
bedroom he opened the door and deposited the bags on the bed. “This is our
room.” Moving toward a closet Lash opened the door. His clothes were on one
side of the walk-in-wardrobe. “Put your new shit here. The stuff you’ve got at
the club is being burned. I don’t want to see you in anything but what I paid
for.”
 

 
Leaving her
to start on her clothes, Lash collected the other bags, put them on the bed
then moved toward the bathroom. He quickly brushed his teeth and then walked
back to the bedroom.

Angel was sorting through the bags, her body
gloriously naked to his gaze.

“You follow instructions well.”

“I’ve not got any other choice.”

He frowned when he heard the wobble in her voice.

“Excuse me?”

She glanced up at him. “I’ve heard several rumours
that we either do as you say or you get angry and hurt people.”

Hands fisted at his side, Lash stared at her and
knew it wasn’t her fault for listening to the rumours. “I would never hurt you,
Angel. You’ve got a choice here. I’m not going to force you to be with me.”

She dropped her head, and he couldn’t stand the
thought of her thinking of him any differently.

Going to her, he dropped to his knees beside her and
took her chin in his hands. He forced her to look at him. He stared into her
green eyes and knew he’d do everything in his power to make her happy.

“I would never try anything with you that you
wouldn’t enjoy. I’m a lot of things, Angel, but I’m not a molester or a
rapist.”

“I know that.” She pulled out of his touch and
stood. He followed her into the wardrobe as she placed the next item on the
rail. “I know you’re not like that.”

He stopped her from moving by blocking her path.
“Look at me.”

She tilted her head back to stare at him.

“Tell me you wanted me to do those things to you.”

Lash needed for her to say the words. “Please don’t
make me say it.”

“I’ve never taken a woman against her will. I don’t
intend to start now. You tell me you wanted it, or I swear to God, I will send
you back to the club and I’ll never touch you again.”

It would kill him to do that, but he’d make sure
Tiny protected her.

“Yes.”

Her voice was so silent that he didn’t hear her
clearly.

“What?”

“Yes, I liked everything you did to me. It was nice.
More than
nice,
and I don’t think you’d make me do
something I wouldn’t enjoy.”

Her cheeks were bright red, but he believed her
words. For now, her word would do. She was a virgin. He planned to rectify that,
but for now he was happy with what they were doing to each other.
 

“Finish putting your shit away. I’ll expect to see
everything on you at some point. I’m going to get some chicken in the oven for
dinner. When you’re done we’ll shower together.”

He dropped a kiss to her lips before leaving the
bedroom. Heading down to the kitchen, he pulled the chicken from the fridge and
started arranging it in a meat tray. He
drizzled
olive
oil over and sprinkled salt and pepper before slipping it inside the oven.

While he was looking for all the salad ingredients
his cell phone started to ring. He opened it without looking at the display of
who was calling.

“Hello,” he said, grabbing lettuce and tomatoes out
of the fridge.

“It’s Zero.
Tiny’s
in a
meeting at the moment, and he wanted me to give you an update.”

Glancing toward the doorway, Lash made sure it was
clear before continuing with the call.

“I’m free. Go on.”

He closed the fridge, leaned over the counter and
listened to what Zero had to say.

“Contact just confirmed David Marston is working for
the Lions. He’s gaining information to feed the rival group. Not only that,
we’ve been given the heads-up on a new takeover assignment. Lions are planning
on hitting us on our next ride.”

Lash listened and cursed.

“Fuck, this is not going to go well. What’s
Tiny
saying about it?”

“He’s pissed. Hitting us on our turf and trying to
take our town away, he’s reaching out to the sheriff. He wants the town to know
about what’s going on,” Zero said.
“For them to be on alert
in case something goes wrong.”

“I hate those fucking pigs.”

“You know what this means though, right?”

“Yeah, it means Angel’s father has just become the
most wanted guy to become dead.” Lash shook his head, dropping it into his
hands. “Between you and me, I was hoping this wasn’t the case.”

“We don’t always get what we want, Lash. You know
that otherwise your parents would be alive, and so would
Tiny’s
woman. Shit happens.”

Angel cleared her throat letting him know she was
there. She stood naked but covered herself by the wall. Her head peeked around
the corner, and she smiled at him. The smile went to his heart and straight
down to his groin. She looked so fucking charming and sexy. He was ready to
lose it again.

“I’ve got to go. Is there anything else?” he asked,
not moving from his spot.

“Yeah, Tiny wants to throw off the scent of us
knowing about what’s going to happen. There’s a party this Friday. A proper
party, bring your girl, and
be
ready for some serious
horny shit.”

Zero hung up.

“Is everything okay?” Angel asked.

“Come here.”

He would never talk to Angel about club business.
Her father was involved, and he intended to keep her out of the loop as much as
possible. She padded toward him, and when she was close enough, he pulled her
against his side.

“Friday there’s going to be a party.
A real party.
I’m going to want you by my side. We’ve got a
few days to get you ready for it.”