The Skulls (8 page)

“You’re scaring me with the real party talk. I
thought you guys had real parties.”

Lash chuckled. “Baby, they were tame shit in
comparison to what usually happens at those parties.”

“I don’t know if I want to know.”

“You’re with me. You’ll stay by my side, and I’ll be
the one who claims you.
No one else.”
He kissed the
top of her head wondering when he should tell her about her father.

Chapter
Six

“So I heard about the party this Friday. It’s going
to be awesome,” Tate said over the phone.

Angel sat on the sofa inside Lash’s house. Tomorrow
was Friday, and she was getting more nervous with every passing day. Lash
wouldn’t let her stay at the club, and whenever they visited the place she
stayed firmly by his side. When she went into town, she had to call in a
Prospect to go with her. Lash would rather leave her at his home while he dealt
with business. Her only consolation was the fact Tate knew his number. The
other woman had been phoning her daily.

“I know about the party. How did you find out?”
Angel asked.

“In my usual sneaky ways.
I
heard Dad talking to Steven about it. I’ve got that killer red dress to try out,
and I intend to use it.”

Rolling her eyes, Angel glanced at the clock. Lash
would be arriving in twenty minutes. He always called her to let her know when
she should expect him. She cooked dinner and spent extra time cleaning his
home. Angel liked to keep busy, and staying in his home when she wasn’t earning
a wage didn’t sit well with her. Until her father settled his debts she was
still part of down-payment to the club.

With how quickly Lash had taken her away from the
club he could just as easily take her back.

She didn’t want to get accustomed to a lifestyle she
may not be able to keep up with.

“They’ll flip when you turn up. You’re the little
biker princess, Tate.”

“I’m a woman, and I intend to be treated like one.”

Angel moved from the sofa into the kitchen to see
how the stew was coming along.

“Don’t you think you’re acting a little drastic? I
mean, it could blow up in your face if you’re not careful.”

Tate let out a sigh. “Can I be real honest with
you?”

“Of course, we’re friends.”

“I fell really hard for Murphy when he was a Skull.
I mean, I had this sick as fuck crush on him, and I’d do anything to gain his
attention. It wasn’t about who he was or what he could do. He was the first guy
to show any interest in me. Everyone’s terrified of my Dad, and that just plain
sucks.” Angel heard the sadness over the phone. “Then I found out he was a
disloyal bastard and changed sides. He’s been part of the Lions for a few
years. Seeing him brings back all the shit I felt for him.”

Angel listened as Tate bawled her eyes out over the
phone. “I feel like a pathetic person. Do you think I’m pathetic?”

“No,” Angel said, meaning it. “You allowed yourself
to reach out to someone else, and they didn’t want you. I don’t think you’re
pathetic. If anything, I imagine you’ll be more cautious.”

“Murphy didn’t even say goodbye. I mean, what could
I have meant to him if I didn’t even register in his shit little mind?”

Angel had noticed her friend got more vocal in her
curse words when she was hurt.

“He’s a complete dick for not treating you right,
Tate.”

Tate chuckled. “Hearing you say dick is kind of
strange.”

Rolling her eyes, Angel pulled the lid off the
casserole and gave it a stir.

“From what I’ve been told I need to prepare myself
for tomorrow. I don’t think I’ll ever be prepared.”

“Have you ever seen a porn film?” Tate asked.

“No.”

“Seriously?
You’ve never seen people fucking or anything?”

“I’ve seen a couple of the members going at it but
nothing explicit.”

Silence fell over the line. “Wow, okay this is going
to be a real eye-opener for you. The club has its own set of rules. Whatever
goes down there sort of stays down there.”

“Okay, please just tell me what’s going on so I stop
worrying. The way you and Lash talk I’m starting to think sacrifices, mass
murder, and all kinds of things go on at these functions.”

“Fucking, sharing, all kinds of nasty sex goes down.
The members share the sweet-butts, and they don’t always do it behind closed
doors. All kinds of sex you can think of, anal, oral, and normal. Use your
imagination, and
it’s
happening.”

“
Wait,
if you’ve never been
to one then how do you know what happens?” Angel asked. Her hands were shaking,
partly in fear and partly in excitement. What had happened to her? Lash had
awakened something inside her, and now she couldn’t shut it down. She felt
controlled by it and not in a great way.

“Murphy told me. He was part of the party scenes. I
complained about not going, and he told me straight everything that happened.
He even showed me a video he’d taken on his cell phone of a woman being fucked
in the ass, pussy, and mouth.”

“I’m not ready for this,” Angel said. “Lash and I
haven’t even done anything. I’ve never done anything with anyone else. I don’t
know what to do.”

Panic clawed at her. She was so scared of everything
that might happen she didn’t even hear him come home. Lash took the phone out
of her hand and placed it against his ear.

“I’m telling your father about this, Tate. My woman
is petrified, and you’re the one to blame.” He listened for a few seconds and
then shook his head. “No, I’ll handle Angel.” He pressed a button on the phone
then placed it on the counter. “Tate shouldn’t have been telling you anything
of what’s going on.”

“You’re taking me there tomorrow night. Don’t you
think I have a right to be prepared?” she asked. He moved her away from the stove
and picked her up onto the counter. Even with her sat on the kitchen counter he
was taller than her. It wasn’t fair. He could distract her so easily and take
away the concerns even though she was petrified of what might or might not
happen.

“I can’t tell you everything that happens because
every party I’ve been to has been different. Yes, a girl was fucked by three
men at the same time at one party, but the same woman didn’t make an appearance
at the next one. Everything is different. The men are different, and they
change their minds to what they like or don’t like.” He started unbuttoning her
shirt until he tugged it from her body.

Lash flicked the clasp of her bra open, and her
breasts hung free. He cupped them in his hands before leaning down to take one
nipple into his mouth. She cried out from the instant pleasure as he sucked on
one of the buds. He moved to the other bud lavishing attention to both her
nipples. Heat pooled between her thighs from his gentle suction on her breasts.
When he touched her pussy, Angel knew she’d be dripping wet. There was no
stopping her reaction to him.

He’d made her feel so much in a short time that she
couldn’t even think straight. She’d never had sex, yet she was sharing Lash’s
bed. He wouldn’t let her sleep anywhere else but by his side, naked. Lash also
hated clothes. No matter what she wore the minute they were alone he got her
naked. She wasn’t allowed to wear clothes in his presence, or at least that’s
the way he’d left her feeling.

His hands fell to her skirt, and in quick time that
followed her shirt and bra along with the small panties she wore. “I don’t know
why you bother with underwear.”

“I’m not used to not wearing any,” she said.

“Well you better start getting used to not wearing
any. I’m going to rip the shit out of them, and then you’ll have no choice but
to go bare.” His palm settled on her pussy. “When are you going to get this
baby waxed?” he asked.

“Tate has booked us both an appointment for tomorrow
morning. She knows a place in town that’s good.” She hated the conversation
she’d had with Tate over getting her waxed. It was completely embarrassing and
humiliating, but she’d done what he asked, and tomorrow she was getting her
pubic hair removed.

“Good, I’ll have Prospect Steven accompany both of
you,” Lash said, going down to his knees in front of her.

She shook her head. “No, no way am I getting waxed
with one of your men watching.”

“Steven wouldn’t be watching. He’d be sat outside in
the waiting room like a good little Prospect.”

Angel stared at Lash thinking about the jobs poor
Steven had been handed because of her. “Why does he do it? Why does he put up
with all the crap you and the crew give him?”

“He does it to earn his spot within the club. We all
earn our place by doing all the shitty jobs. I’m not asking Steven to do
something I haven’t done before.” He opened her thighs.

“Why? What’s so important about the club? What makes
The Skulls so special that men like Steven would put up with the shit you and
others throw at him?” She placed a hand over his to stop him from advancing up
her thigh.

“We’re a family. We’re not your run-of-the-mill-family,
and we’ll never be the type of guys who has the white picket fence and the
lovely kids you see on the advertisement. We’re not judgemental about our
group. Anyone can join, and we don’t take crap from outsiders. We’re a family,
Angel. We come from a lot of different families, but in the end it’s only us
stood side by side through thick and thin. That’s why Steven will work his ass
off, so he can earn his spot in this club.
It’s
hard
work, but it’s worth every second of it.” His hand pushed hers away. “Now are
you going to let me eat this pussy or not?”

****

Tate was so going to get her ass kicked. Lash was
going to make sure she got more than a stern talking to by Tiny. The only thing
stopping him from phoning Tiny right now was the fact Angel was naked and in
front of him. The scent of her pussy was driving him insane. He’d been waiting
all day for another chance to taste her. Once was never enough and would never
be enough for him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you,” she said,
biting her lip.

“You didn’t insult me, baby. No one gets the club. I
accept that, and I don’t give a shit. Steven’s a great guy and is showing real
potential.
The others, not so much.”

“Who gets to decide who stays and who goes?” she
asked.

“We vote. Now, I want to eat your pussy before I sit
through dinner. Shut the fuck up so I can enjoy it.”

Angel stared down at him, but Lash was determined to
eat her sweet little pussy. He couldn’t wait for her pubic hair to be removed
so he could relish every part of her, but until then he was making do.

Opening the lips of her sex, he spotted her swollen
pink slit. Licking his lips, Lash stuck out his tongue and started to caress
the sweet nub. He loved going down on Angel. What he loved the most was the
fact she wasn’t tainted by any other man. He knew it was wrong to think like
that about his woman seeing as he’d been with so many women. Lash couldn’t deny
the satisfaction of being the only one.

Her moans started to fill the air, and her knuckles
were white where they gripped the edge of the counter. He wanted to fuck her so
badly, but at the same time he was holding back, waiting for the right moment.

She deserved her first time to be perfect.

“Oh God, that feels so good.” She cried out, her hands
sinking into his hair as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Each time he took
her the sweet little Angel he’d come to know let go some more. He couldn’t
imagine the straitlaced girl in the bar sinking her fingers into his hair.

Little by little she was blossoming into a
beautiful, seductive woman. Lash wanted her to let go. He needed for her to let
go of all of her inhibitions in order for her to become his old lady. That was
never going to happen if she remained the same. Angel would need to be strong
in order to stay by his side. Lash would spend every waking hour of the day to
guarantee that.

“Oh God,” she said again.

Feeling how close she was to exploding, Lash centred
his attention on her clit, flicking the nub with his tongue. In a matter of
moments Angel splintered apart in his arms. He slurped up her cum and brought
her down gently from her orgasm.

She sat slumped on his kitchen counter. Her breasts
quivered with each indrawn breath she took.

“I think this is the best my counter has ever
looked,” he said, wiping her juices from his chin and standing up.

A blush filled her cheeks, and her gaze looked past
his shoulder. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand in her hair and brought her
lips to his. He slammed his lips against hers taking control of her through his
kiss alone.

Angel went from being tense to putty in his hands.
She relaxed against him giving into what he wanted.

“They’ll be more
playtime
later. Serve me dinner, woman,” he said.

“I hate it when you get all male on me.”