The Skulls (10 page)

“Nope, and I’m going to enjoy this while I can.”

During the whole of the massage Angel couldn’t get
comfortable. She remained tense every time the guy touched her.

“Anyway, what was I saying, to be part of the club
you need to stick up for
yourself.
Lash is not going
to be by your side forever, and the bitches will descend. The old ladies will
look out for you, though. We’re all in a tight knit group, but they’ll not be
around all the time.”

Angel opened her eyes to see Tate staring at her.

“I can’t get comfortable.” Angel mouthed the words
at Tate and did her best not to look at the guy trying to massage her.

“I’ve got it covered.” Tate leaned forward and
started typing buttons into her cell.

“What are you doing?” Angel asked.

“Seeing how far Lash’s protective streak goes.” The
cell phone was placed on the floor.

Angel remained tense while the man tried to work her
muscles.

“You need to relax, and let me help you. You’re too
tense,” the man said.

****

“Fuck, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Lash said. The
rest of the club looked at him as he slammed his cell phone down on the table.

“Do we even want to know what has got your panties
in a twist?” Nash asked. He had Kate sat in his lap, and Lash watched the two
with disgust. Kate had been with most of the crew, and still his brother was
tapping it.

Tiny looked up from the paperwork he was working
through. “Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, there’s a fucking problem. Since when did the
salon hire big, sexy men?” Lash asked, growling each word out.

“Do you need to tell us something, brother? Have you
gone to the other side without telling us?” Nash joked making some of the men
laugh.

Rolling his eyes he showed Nash the picture message
Tate had sent him. He whistled, and in no time at all the cell phone got to
Tiny.

“Those bastards are touching my daughter. Lash, save
your woman, and get Steven to take over. I’d rather have a guy I know I can
control massaging my daughter than those bastards.”

Nash was laughing at him.

“Go and run after your chick,” Nash said.

Going to his brother, Lash pulled him up by his arm.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“If Steven’s taking over from the big guy, then
you’re taking over from Steven.”

Lash got the last laugh, and together they left the
club. Kate’s whining followed them out. He ignored her, straddled his bike, and
broke every single speed limit getting to his woman.

Once outside the salon he walked in, grabbed Steven
around the arm then headed in the direction of his woman.

“What’s the matter, Lash? I’ve done everything you
asked.”

“Yeah, I know. When you have a woman of your own
you’ll understand.”

Lash opened three doors and came up with nothing. On
the last door he came to his woman. Her back was exposed and the towel lay
across her bottom. If he hadn’t seen how tense she was he would have seen red.

“Get your hands off my woman, and get the fuck out,”
Lash said.

“Lash!”
Tate
sounded pissed off.

“Lash,” Angel said. His woman sounded relieved.

“We were only trying to give them a massage,” the
guy touching Tate said.

“I don’t give a fuck. Get out now.” He showed them
the patch on his jacket, and the two men left the room.

Steven had a hand over his eyes as Tate sat up and
covered her breasts with one arm while the towel hid her privates.

Lash wasn’t affected by her. Tate was like a sister
to him. However, Angel’s naked body was something else. He’d gotten instantly
hard at the sight of her.

“I knew you’d charge in here the moment you saw her.
I knew it,” Tate said, giggling.

“Yeah, your Dad knows, and Steven now has to be the
one to give you a massage,” Lash said, removing his jacket. He wore a plain
black tee underneath. Moving toward his woman he saw her gaze on him as he got
closer.

“What?” Tate asked, looking at the Prospect.

Steven’s hand left his face as he looked horrified.
“No, please, let me go out and watch. I don’t want that job.”

“You’ve already got one afraid of you, Tate.”

Tate sent Steven a withering stare. “You better be
good. I don’t want my trip spoiled because of greasy, disgusting hands. You
better wash your hands after you’ve used the bathroom.”

“I did, and I do.” Steven glanced over at him,
pleading with his eyes. “I can do anything else but not this, please.”

“Just get it over with,” Tate said, settling back on
her stomach.

Lash grabbed the oil from the stand by Angel’s bed.
He squirted some of the liquid onto her back before placing it on the stand.
Rubbing his hands together to warm them up he coated his palms and started
stroking across her skin.

Angel instantly relaxed against his touch. “That
feels nice.”

“It’s a good job you didn’t look comfortable with
his hands on your body. I’d have killed him and spanked your ass,” Lash said.

Tate snorted.

“I didn’t want him touching me. I thought it was
going to be a woman. I hoped it was a woman.”

He dropped a kiss to her shoulder and started
rubbing the oil into her flesh. Steven was doing the same. Lash saw the look of
concentration on his face.

Seconds later the door opened, and Nash was leaning
against the doorframe. He was eating an apple as he looked between the two
women. Nash looked grossed out at the sight of Tate, but interest shone in his
gaze when they landed on Angel.

“I didn’t have a clue she was hiding such a great
body. I would have made a play before you got the chance,” Nash said.

It was a gut reaction. Lash grabbed the bottle of
oil and threw it at his brother. Nash caught it in his grip, laughing.

“Stop picking on your brother, Edward,” Angel said.

Nash stopped laughing and looked between the two.
“You told her our names?”

Lash nodded. Tate’s laughter filled the room.

“This is so fucking awesome. I love this girl,” Tate
said.

Leaning down, Lash brushed his lips across her nape.
“That was awesome.”

His brother stormed out of the room leaving them all
alone. He finished the massage, and when the woman came to the room to inform
the women the waxes were ready, Lash stopped what he was doing. Angel tensed up
and stared at her retreating back.

“I don’t want to do this,” she said.

“It’s easier the second time. The first time is always
the hardest to deal with,” Tate said.

Lash pulled a face. “I don’t need to know what you
do to your bits, Tate. Keep it to yourself.”

“Whatever, asshole.”
Tate
grabbed Angel’s hand leading her out of the room. Lash dried his hands and
followed Steven out to the main foyer. Nash was sat in a chair looking bored.
He took a seat opposite his brother so he could watch him. Steven sat several
seats away giving them extra room. He liked the Prospect. Steven was proving to
be the best of all three Prospects.

“I can’t believe you told her our real names,” Nash
said.

“She’s going to be my old lady, Nash. I had to tell
her my name.” Lash rested one foot on his knee. He stared at the door wondering
how Angel was getting on. His mind was at ease knowing Tate would be with her.

“Yeah, what are you going to do when she finds out
about her Dad and the shit he’s into?”

“I’ll deal with it. You knew this was happening. I’m
not into the
Kates
of this world.”

“The
Kates
of this world
put out without baggage. You’re young. Why are you saddling yourself with a
woman?” Nash asked.

Closing his eyes, Lash counted to ten to calm down.

“You don’t get it. Angel is the one woman for me.”

Nash shook his head but didn’t say anything more. An
hour later Angel and Tate came out of the changing rooms dressed. Angel wore
his jacket, and pride filled him at seeing his mark on her even if it was in
jacket form.

Angel kept her face down as he approached. He heard
Tate organising a new appointment.

“
It’s
okay, Angel. You’ll
be fine,” Tate said.

Lash frowned looking between the two women.

Tate shook her head. He waited for the appointment
date, and they headed out to the bikes. Steven was waiting beside his truck.

“I’m just going to say bye to Tate, okay?” he asked
Angel.

“Sure, take all the time you need.” Her voice was
hoarse, and he frowned some more.

Walking toward the truck he saw Tate getting ready
to climb inside.

“Tate?” She stopped to look at him. “What’s wrong
with Angel?”

She looked past his shoulder. “The wax thing didn’t go
well.”

“What do you mean?”

“They have sound-proofed walls, and I’m surprised
you didn’t hear Angel scream. She was in a lot of pain. She hated it, and she
was crying and the woman was panicking. In the end they cleared away everything
and made sure there’s plenty of lotion. They’ve given Angel some ointment to
help. Make sure she uses it. I’m going to book us in for weekly appointments,
Lash, until she gets used to the wax.”

Guilt swamped Lash as Tate’s words sank in. “She was
in a lot of pain.”

“I’ve never heard a woman scream like that. She’s
not good with pain I guess.”

Lash looked behind him to see Angel stood perfectly
still. If she couldn’t stand pain, how was he supposed to claim her virginity?

“I’ll leave her to you. I’ll talk to her in the
morning.” Tate gave him a hug and left. Nash was already on his way back to the
club. Going toward his woman, he enfolded her in his arms. Tears were
glistening in her eyes.

“It really hurt, Lash. I didn’t think it would hurt
so
bad
.”

He held her tight against him. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“I hope you like it.”

“I know I will, baby, and I’ll show you.” Lash
kissed the top of her head and then made to straddle his bike. “Come on, let’s
go home.” He handed her a helmet and fired up his bike. “Climb on the back, and
wrap your arms around me.”

He moaned as her legs wrapped around him. Her hands
settled around his stomach. Lash took a moment to gain control of his senses
before he pulled away and started for home. He looked forward to seeing what
the salon did to her pussy. He knew she would look far better than what he
imagined.

The ride went without event, and when he pulled into
his driveway, Lash was desperate to see her. He waited for her to climb off,
and then he climbed off after her. When he’d removed their helmets, he grabbed
her hand leading her to the front door.

“What are you doing?” she asked. He unlocked the
door, slammed his way inside, and kicked the door behind him.

“I asked you to get it done, and now I’m going to
look at what I wanted.” He didn’t want to go upstairs to their room.

He went to the sitting room, kicked the wooden
coffee table out of the way, and tugged her to his side.

Lash pushed her chestnut hair off her face and then slammed
his lips down on hers. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, Lash let out a moan,
consuming her with his lips. She relented to him, giving him her mouth for a
kiss. He wasn’t just falling for her. Lash had fallen for her and fallen hard.

Breaking from the kiss he rested his head against
hers. “Wow,” she said. “It was totally worth it just from the kiss.”

He chuckled. Fingering the button of her jeans Lash
opened her button and slid her jeans down to the floor. She must have taken a
spare pair of clothing with her. The small dress she wore wouldn’t have been
good to wear on the back of his bike.

They didn’t have time to do anything more. The party
would be starting soon, and Lash wanted to take Angel before the real shit
happened. He pressed her down to the sofa and settled between her thighs.
Gripping her knees he tugged her to the edge of the sofa, opening her thighs
wide.

All the time he kept his gaze on hers. Green eyes
glistened back at him waiting.

“Why aren’t you looking?” she asked, nibbling her
lip.

“I’ll look at my pussy in all good time.” He kept
his gaze on hers before sliding his attention down to rest on her pretty
bare
pussy. She looked a little sore,
but the ointment the woman gave her had stopped it from hurting. In a few hours
she’d be completely fine.

Running his fingers over the lips of her pussy Lash
smiled. “You look so fucking beautiful. I’ll give you a few days to keep with
the ointment, but then I’m eating you up.”

He saw her pussy cream at his spoken words. His
woman wanted to be fucked, licked, and made love to just as much as he wanted
to.