The Skulls (14 page)

She went over the edge, and seconds later Lash
joined her, growling out her name as his seed filled her.

For a few seconds, he hoped she fell pregnant and
he’d have a reason to keep her close to him for the rest of his life.

Slamming his lips down on hers, he claimed her
pleasured cries and basked in what they meant.

Chapter
Ten

Lash collapsed on top of her. Angel wrapped her arms
around his back, stroking his skin. She was tired yet not. It was really
strange how she was feeling. From the look of the world outside the sun was
rising up in the sky, but she wasn’t ready to go to sleep. Lash had made love
to her. She knew he hadn’t fucked her because she’d seen what fucking was all
about in the club. What she’d shared with Lash had nothing to do with that and
everything to do with making love.

She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind.
There was no chance of a loving future with Lash. He wasn’t the type of man to
settle down, and she couldn’t handle a future with worrying about what he was
up to. She could already see herself pacing the house, checking the clock
wondering if he was fucking someone else and he’d come to her when he was done.

Pushing those thoughts out of her mind as well,
Angel just allowed herself the luxury of stroking his body. She pictured the
tattoo on his back and smiled. He was the first man to ever make her feel small
and delicate.

“I’ll move in a second. I just need some time to get
feeling back into my body,” he said, kissing her shoulder.

Angel giggled. She couldn’t help herself.

“Was I that good?” she asked.

“You’ve no idea how amazing that was.” Lash leaned
up and looked down at her. In one swift move he changed their positions so she
was on top and he was on the bottom.

“I’m never going to get used to that,” she said.

“What?”

“You being able to move me so
easily.
I’m not used to it.” She tucked some hair behind her ear and smiled down at
him. “However, I could get used to being on top.” Straddling his waist with his
cock still deep inside her, Angel sat up. She traced his muscles and the lines
of his tattoos. His skin was darker for being outside more. Her hands were
incredibly pale in comparison.

“You made me proud tonight,” he said, reaching up to
cup her breast.

She let out a moan when he pinched her nipple. The
action sent a new wave of lust straight to her core.

“When?”

“When you danced on the table
with Tate.”

“I thought you were angry with me dancing?” She
hadn’t been so drunk she’d forgotten what was going on. The whiskey had given
her the courage to have a good time. Talking with Tate and watching everyone
have fun she’d wanted to be like them for at least once in her life. Her mother
hadn’t wanted her to get involved with the bikers and did everything she could
to keep her away.

Getting to know The Skulls had shown they were a
bunch of guys with their own code. Lash wasn’t mean or evil. He simply didn’t
live to what society expected. She was starting to see the thrill of it. Lash
had explained what the club was really all about, and part of her wanted in.
She didn’t want them to judge her when so many had. Her name alone was enough
to make people start to assume things about her.

Fortunately, Lash had taken care of her little
problem.

“I didn’t hate your dancing, baby. I loved your
dancing. I was proud because you were dancing for yourself and with Tate.”

“I don’t know what you mean?” she said, confused.

“The sweet-butts dance to entice and to draw the
guys in. You weren’t looking for any attention. I saw it in your eyes. The only
thing you were interested in was letting go. It’s the same for Rose. She
doesn’t dance for Hardy or to tease the guys. She dances because she loves it.”
His hands settled on her hips.

“I thought guys preferred it when a woman teased,”
Angel said. He was right though. Getting up on the tables, she hadn’t been
thinking about who was going to watch her or how they were going to view her.
She’d gotten up to dance.

“We like to be teased, but there’s also something
about a woman who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone else. You closed the guys
off, and it was like the only people who existed to you were you and Tate.
There was no expectation from the guys, and your innocence added to the whole
package.”

Lash tightened inside her. Arching her back she let
out a moan as an answering pulse spread throughout.

“If you keep doing that, baby, I’m going to fuck you
again.”

“What’s wrong with that? You’ve already taken me
once,” she said, grabbing his hands when they made to retreat from her body.

“If we don’t stop and give you chance to rest you’re
going to be sore.”

She squealed as he picked her up in his arms,
sliding his cock out of her body.

“I wouldn’t mind, Lash,” she said. He dumped her on
the bathroom floor, and she watched him start to fill the bathtub. Folding her
arms she let out a groan not wanting him to wash her or anything. If he cleaned
her it would feel very medieval, and she wasn’t ready for that.

“I would mind. A little soaking and tenderness now
means later I can fuck you until my heart’s content.”

She was too busy admiring his ass to hear him.

“What?”

He looked at her over his shoulder. “Make no
mistake, Angel, I’ll be fucking you every chance I get, and I’m looking forward
to every second of it. You’ll take me as well.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“It means that if I want you, you’ll take me. If
that place is in the car, outside, the toilet, I don’t care, you’ll submit to
me.” He helped her to her feet, his hands fisted her hair, and he bruised her
lips with a punishing kiss. “You’re mine, Angel. My
woman to
fuck, take
care of, and cherish.”

She noticed he didn’t use the word love. Angel tried
not to be disappointed, but a small sharp sting pierced her heart at his lack
of use of the word.

Angel responded to his kiss though the
disappointment threatened to have her in tears. She pushed them aside along
with all of her other thoughts. For once she’d be happy with the here and now
rather than becoming depressed thinking about the future. If Lash wasn’t in her
future then Fort Wills was not. She’d leave before she had to put up with him
sleeping with all kinds of different women.

He broke the kiss once again. “You’re making me lose
all my control. I just want to fuck you.” He growled then picked her up in his
arms.

Lash lowered her into the warm water and moved her
forward so he could sit behind her. The bath was filled with lavender scented
bubbles. He pushed her hair over one shoulder then settled back, bringing her
back against him.

“How does it feel?” he asked, whispering against her
neck.

“Perfect. It feels really nice.” Her pussy did feel
a little tender, and she was pleased he’d stopped her from going again. “Have
you taken many virgins?” she asked, teasing.

“No, you’re my first, and I won’t be doing it
again.”

She recalled fighting him. When he’d pierced inside
her flesh she hadn’t known what to do. The pain had been so immense she didn’t
know how she was going to survive having him inside her.

“I’m sorry for fighting you,” she said.

“I’m not sorry.” He kissed her shoulder. “If I ever
hurt you like that I want you to fight back. Never take the pain, Angel.”

His arm wrapped around her middle. She covered his
hand and chuckled as he sneaked under the water to stroke her pussy.

“I thought you were waiting until I felt better.”

“I’m giving you pleasure. I’m not fucking you again
for at least a day, and after that, you’re mine.”

He kissed her head, stroking her pussy at the same
time. “Open your legs wider,” he said, instructing.

“How?
There’s nowhere for me to go?”

“I don’t give a shit about water on the floor. I can
clean it up. Lift your legs over the edge.”

Rolling her eyes, she did as he commanded and rested
her legs over either side of the bath, opening her up. The warmth of the water
made her gasp as it touched her exposed pussy.

“That’s it, I can find you easily now.” His finger
slid between her slit, down to her core. She cried out when his thick finger
penetrated her.

“I thought you weren’t going to penetrate,” she
said, gasping.

“I’m not penetrating you with my cock, but you can
take my finger.” He pumped inside her adding a second finger. His thumb grazed
her clit making her tighten on his digits. There was no stopping the need
burning inside her. She needed him so much.

“Ride my fingers, baby. When you’re ready I’m going
to fuck your pussy so much you’re going to wonder how you stayed a virgin for
so fucking long.” His breath whispered across her neck.

Moaning, Angel closed her eyes thrusting up to meet
his fingers. It felt so good having him inside her. His two fingers were not as
big as his cock, and she was thankful for that. Lash was right about not having
sex again. Her pussy was tender, and she wouldn’t be able to handle another
fucking.

What
about Lash?

Opening her eyes she realised he was going without
any touching.

Reaching behind her she gripped his fat cock and
started working the shaft.

“What are you doing?” he asked, nibbling her neck.

“We can’t have sex, but I can give you just as much
pleasure as you’re giving me.” She met him stroke for stroke and worked her
palm over his erection.

His caresses increased, and she rode the wave of her
orgasm at the same time as bringing him to release.

Lash growled against her neck as they came together.
Her head pounded, and she cried out.

They were both sweating and gasping for breath when
they came down.

“We’re going to need to change the water,” he said,
kissing her more.

“Why?”

“I’ve just come, baby, and unless you want to wash
in cum we need to change the water.”

She laughed. “How about we shower and get back to
bed?” she asked, wanting him back on the bed.

“Deal.”

****

On Sunday morning Lash woke up to Angel curled naked
around him. They’d spent all day Saturday exploring each other, sleeping and
eating when they remembered. Angel was insatiable, and Lash truly believed he’d
found his soul mate in life and in the bedroom.

Running his hand down her back he gazed down at her
sleeping face. She looked so peaceful.

The sound of his cell phone ringing in the distance
made him curse. Untangling himself out from under her body Lash padded naked
out of his bedroom and down to where he’d tossed his cell phone the day before.

“What?” he asked, answering the
call.

“I thought you’d be happy to hear from us,” Tiny
said.

Glancing at the clock, Lash saw it was close to
noon. Cursing, he walked into the kitchen and started firing up some coffee.
“I’ve been busy.”

“Angel that good?”

“Don’t start.” Annoyance gripped him at
Tiny’s
teasing. “Do I need to remind you of Tate and how
she’s only going to get worse?” Lash asked.

“Tate is why I’m calling. We need to make a move,”
Tiny said.

“What do you mean?” Lash tensed wondering what he’d
missed in the day he’d been away.

“Our source has let us know they’re gunning for Tate
and the women. They’re going to make a move in the next week or so. The men are
moving their women out of the way and sending them away.” Tiny stopped to
curse.

“What? What is it?”

“We can’t move Angel and Tate,” Tiny said.

Lash frowned. “I don’t get it. If the women are a
threat then why are we leaving two of them behind?”

“If we get rid of them the Lions will know we’re on
to them. There’s nothing we can do about it, Lash. I’m upping the protection,
and the Prospects are armoured up. No harm will come to our women.”

“I don’t like this,” Lash said.

Thinking about anything happening to his woman made
it hard for Lash to function.

“I’ve warned Tate, and she’s agreed to stay out of
trouble. I was thinking you could take Angel to be with her. We’ll be on the
lookout. The women don’t know what’s going on, and I want to keep it that way.”

Lash rubbed fingers through his hair. “How are we
going to handle this?” The Lions were threatening their turf, but they hadn’t
killed any of their members. The only problem was Angel’s father. He was the
one selling out information. The stupid bastard didn’t realise the danger he
was putting his daughter and town in.