The Skulls (16 page)

“Hey, baby, missed me?”

Her body heated like it always did whenever he was
close by. She couldn’t stop her natural reaction to him. More than anything she
wished she could stop the yearning deep inside.

“Yes, I missed you.” There was no point in lying.
She did miss him. He was the one person she thought of all the time. From the
moment she went to sleep ‘til when she woke up, her thoughts were consumed by
him.

“You’re free to go back to the club,” he said,
talking to Blaine.

“Sure thing.
It
was lovely playing, Angel.”

Blaine made his way out of the house. Angel stayed
sat on the sofa. She felt like she couldn’t move.

“Do you want a stir-fry tonight?” Lash asked.

“Sounds lovely.”
She
didn’t know what to do.

Getting up from her seat she followed him into the
kitchen.

“Are you okay?” he asked, when she took a seat
opposite him. She sipped at her coffee and watched him work.

“I’m fine.”

He frowned at her but started working. They didn’t
speak, which was a first. Lash made dinner, and afterwards she washed the
dishes. Her actions were slow. On her way upstairs, Lash pulled her into his
arms. Her body fired up ready for him.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

Staring into his eyes, Angel couldn’t hold it back.

“What am I to you?” The words left her without any
other thought. She couldn’t pull them back into her mouth. Angel stood, waiting
for him to speak.

“What do you mean?” His gaze came through narrowed
slits.

“Well, I’m not a sweet-butt because I’m not fucking
everything in sight, and yet I’m not an old lady because all of them have been
sent on their merry way. What am I to you? Am I a fuck?
Some
entertainment?
Or is this how my father is earning off the interest?”
she asked, yelling. Hands on hips she glared at him and then was shocked as he
raised his hand in the air.

He looked ready to commit murder. “I’ve never hit a
woman out of anger, but right now you’ve pushed me to the edge. Don’t you ever
accuse me of fucking treating you like a
whore.
” Lash
pressed her against the wall. His hands slammed against the wall on either side
of her head.

She tensed, shocked by his sudden rage.

“If the club was going to take interest out on you,
baby, you’d be on a table spread out all day without anything in the way. We’d
take our interest out any way we wanted, and you wouldn’t ever rest.” He moved
closer until he was only a breath away. “We’ve done it before when the woman
wanted all of us. We’ve taken out the interest on her body. You’re not like
that, and I would never let that happen, Angel. I called in the debt, and I was
the one who claimed you.”

Angel frowned. “What?”

“I was the one who called the debt in. Your father
was getting in too deep, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he
brought you down with him. I couldn’t let that happen. You were always supposed
to be mine.” Lash cupped her cheek, caressing the skin down to her collarbone. “That
what makes you different, baby. You’re mine, and when people speak of you, you’ll
be known as Lash’s woman.”

His hands went down to her waist, pulling her close.

In the next instant his lips were on her, and Angel
was melting once again.

“Never, ever, think of yourself as a whore or
anything else. You’re my woman, Angel, and that is all I can tell you for now.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because that’s the way it’s going to be. This is
how it’s going to be. There will be times when I have no choice but to keep
stuff to myself. It has nothing to do with you. This is just the life I lead,
and I can’t bring you into it.”

“How can I support you if you can’t talk to me?” she
asked. His words had soothed her concerns for the moment. She knew it was only
a matter of time before insecurity reared its ugly head.

“I can talk to you. Knowing I never have to come
with you with business is good enough for me. You’re everything else I need,
Angel. Please, support me by being you and not caring about the shit I do.” He
kissed her several times before looking at her. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, I can.”

“Thank you.” He tugged at her clothes, getting her
naked and pushed her underneath him on the bed.

She gasped as he slid deep inside her. His thick
cock pulsed and slid deeper still.

Was she weak for accepting whatever Lash would give
her?

****

Tomorrow morning Lash was going to have a word to
Blaine about saying stuff to his woman. The threat of the Lions was the only
reason he wasn’t making a deeper commitment. He wouldn’t make a life-long
commitment only to put it at risk with what was going down between the two
clubs. So far no lives had been lost, but he couldn’t always guarantee it.

Pushing the club and all worries out of his mind,
Lash basked in the heat of her pussy as she surrounded him. This was what he
wanted to come home to, a woman who wanted him as much as he wanted her. Angel
was the love of his life. There were no doubts in his mind. He was totally in
love with her.

“You’re mine, baby,” he said, pulling out of her
tight warmth only to slam back inside.

“Yes.” She reached up to caress his face. “And
you’re mine.”

He fucked her hard against the bed wanting more.
Leaving her warmth, he turned her onto her knees and brought her ass up in the
air. He eased into her hot cunt, watching her take all of him without any pain.

She was always ready and waiting for him. He was
addicted to her tight heat.

“Lash, um, more,” she said.

Staring down at the puckered entrance of her ass,
Lash knew he was going to claim that. He’d been waiting patiently, and he was
running out of patience. Leaning over the bed, he grabbed the tube of lube.

Working plenty onto his fingers he pressed them to
her ass. Sliding in two fingers, he fucked her pussy at the same time as
working her ass to open to him.

Angel moaned, pressing back on him.

“That’s it, baby, ride my cock and hands. I’m going
to fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging for more.”

Stretching her tight ass open, Lash applied more
lubrication to his shaft. He left her cunt and pressed the tip to where his
fingers had just been. Lash watched himself disappear inside her ass an inch at
a time.

“Does it feel good?” he asked.

“Yes.” She moaned again, and he chuckled.

Gripping her hips, Lash sank to the hilt inside her
ass. He stayed still giving her time to adjust to his cock in her ass. She was
tighter than he’d imagined she would be.

“Are you ready for me to move?”

“Yes.”

He eased out of her ass and slowly glided back
inside her. His movements were slow, and he didn’t rush. Part of anal sex was
taking the time to enjoy it. Lash was hit square in the face by the knowledge
he was all of Angel’s firsts. He was the first guy to kiss her, to suck her
pussy, and to fuck her. He’d claimed her mouth, ass, and cunt.

Yep, Angel was now his woman. He didn’t find the
revelation boring. In fact, he wanted to do everything with her over and over
again.

Sliding deep inside her Lash closed his eyes letting
himself absorb every single sensation. Her ass tightened around him in a little
flutter. Biting on his lip he waited for her to calm down before moving again.

When he couldn’t stand it anymore he changed
positions.

“I want to kiss you,” he said, taking her to the
side with her back to him. His cock remained deep in her ass as he settled
behind her. Gripping her cunt with one hand and her breast with another, Lash
slammed his lips down on hers. He rode her body while holding onto her.

She was perfect for him. He was never afraid of
hurting her. Angel took everything he gave her without complaint.

“Tell me you want it,” he said, breaking the kiss
and staring into her eyes.

“What?”

“Tell me you want me to come in your ass.”

Her cheeks got even deeper in colour with his words.

“Say it, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

She nibbled her lip. He pinched the bud of her clit
and watched her squirm with pleasure.

“Say it.”

“Come in my ass, Lash. Claim me.”

He held her tight against him, took her lips, and
brought her to orgasm in his arms. Only when she’d come did he allow himself
the release of an orgasm.

Lash spilled his release inside her. His head
thumped from the pounding of his blood. He tightened his grip around her
holding her close. Kissing her head, neck, and lips, Lash knew he was never
going to let her go.

“You’re my woman, Angel. You’ll never leave my side
or my bed. You’re mine.”

She nodded but didn’t say anything. They lay on the
bed. The only sound to be heard was their uneven breathing.

“You’ve just fucked my ass,” she said.

“And I’ll be taking it again. You better get used to
it, baby. I’m not giving you up,” he kissed her lips staring down into her
green eyes. “What?” he asked, seeing her need to
speak.

“Will you be giving up the other women?
The ones at the club who are easy and want you?”

He saw the jealousy in her eyes. Lash wasn’t
annoyed. He was fucking happy to see the jealousy shining in her eyes.

“Baby, I’ve not had any of those women in over a
year. You’re my one and only woman.”

“Promise.”

“It’s a lifetime guarantee.”

Lash kissed her once more and then untangled himself
from her body. He picked her up in his arms. She protested, and he ignored her.
He carried her through to the bathroom. Turning on the shower he waited for the
water to get warm before tugging her inside with him.

“You’re always so bossy,” she said.

“It’s a biker trait.”

She rolled her eyes, letting him wash her body. “I
feel like a doll.”

“You know there are women out there who’d love a man
to do shit like this. I made a mess, and I’m washing you. Stop moaning.” He
slapped her ass loving the sound of her squeal.

“You’re always bad,” she said.

“Better believe it.”

She stayed silent as he soaped her body. He got her
to lean against the wall as he washed away his leaking seed from her ass. Lash
used cleaning her as an excuse to touch her. He couldn’t take his hands off
her. Her soft body called to him.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asked.

“Sure.”

“Tate is sounding a little pissed with being
confined to her home. She wants me to ask if I can go and visit her.”

He chuckled. Tate wouldn’t be the type of woman to
ask, and he said so.

“She may have threatened to go bat-shit crazy on
your ass, but I thought asking nicely would help first.”

Lash spun her around to face him. He pressed his
lips against hers. “Do you like Tate?”

She nodded. “Yeah, she’s wonderful. She seems sad
though.”

“What do you mean?” He started to soap her hair as
she spoke.

“The attitude seems a barrier to keep people out as
if she’s been hurt before. I find it sad.”

He stared at her. She was an observant one. “Tate
has been hurt in the past. She was close to one of the members, and he left her
and the club. It was a horrid betrayal.”

“Murphy?”

“Yeah, his real name is Dillon James. She fell for
him hard. He was the Prospect who saw her to high-school and was her date for
the prom. I think Tiny only kept him a Prospect for so long because Tate liked
him. Once you’re a member you don’t do babysitting duties unless you have to,”
Lash said. “They grew close, and there was a time after he left when Tate went
a little crazy.”

“Crazy, how?”

“She wouldn’t eat and tried to push everyone away. I
prefer the attitude to the tears and pain. She’s fighting now whereas before
she was letting go.”

“Poor Tate.
I
knew something had gone on between her and Murphy from our time at the mall,
but I didn’t think it was that.”

Lash shrugged. “Tiny does what he can, but he can’t
fix her broken heart.”

They finished off their shower, and Lash took her
back to bed.

“So can I go and see her?” Angel asked.

“I’ll talk to Blaine and arrange it.”

“Thank you.” Angel kissed him and then settled down.
Within seconds she was asleep, and Lash took the time to watch her sleep.

He knew it was only a matter of time before the
Lions made their move, and he hoped to God that Tiny knew what he was doing.