The Skulls (6 page)

“Why are we going to your house?”

“It’s where you’re staying tonight. We’ll go back to
the club, but I needed to get out of there before I did something I would
regret. Nash is staying there, so we don’t have to worry about being
disturbed.”

She was quiet, and he glanced over in her direction
in time to see her frowning. He knew he was moving too fast for her, but it was
something he needed to do. If he didn’t bombard her with attention, Angel would
find some way to stay away from him. He wasn’t going to let that happen. They
drove away from town, through the forest toward his secluded home. Lash had
bought the plot two years ago and spent most of his spare time doing up the
house on it. He’d always wanted something what his parents shared. Before
they’d been killed his parents had given him and Nash a perfect home. Their
father had been part of The Skulls, but he’d made sure they had a normal family
life. Lash couldn’t recall if his mother hated the lifestyle.

“This is your house?” Angel asked.

“Yeah, this is my baby.” He turned the engine off
and climbed out of the car.

He went to the trunk of the car, opened it up, and
started gathering the bags she’d bought.

“I look forward to seeing you in these,” Lash said.

He saw her blush, but she nodded.

Lash made his way to the front door. He pulled out
his key, unlocked the three locks before the door opened. Safety was a key
issue for him, and he’d designed all three locks only to be open by his one
key. Fort Wills was a safe place, but the club wasn’t. He could be the target
for others at any time.

Angel didn’t say anything, and for that he was
thankful. He couldn’t handle lying to her right now. After the fear of learning
the Lions were close to her, Lash had been ready to murder.

The sun was setting, but it provided enough light
for him to dump the packages on the table and floor and go straight for the
fridge.

“Okay, wow, did you decorate your home with someone
in mind?” Angel asked, looking around her.

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you even stay in the club? This place is
amazing.” She folded her arms smiling all around her.

He’d decorated his kitchen without any expense to be
spared.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“Like it, I love it. You’ve got a keen eye, Lash.”

It was the most she’d ever spoken, and she seemed to
stop and take a breath. He hated the sight of watching her deflate.

She took a seat and stared at her linked hands.

“Why are you withdrawing from me?” He pulled out a
beer and a bottle of orange juice. Popping the lids off the top he walked over
to the table. Pushing the clothes out of the way, he handed her the orange
before taking a sip of his drink.

“What is this? I mean, up until last night I didn’t
even know you knew my name, and now I’m wearing your shirt, sitting in your
dining room, and I don’t understand.” She wouldn’t look at him. “And last
night, you …”

She didn’t finish. Her checks were a wonderful shade
of pink from her blush. Reaching out, he stroked the pads of his fingers along
her cheek.

“Last night I touched your sweet pussy and made you come.
I’ve staked my claim on you, Angel. As far as the club is concerned you’re my
woman, and there’s nothing else to it. You’re mine, you’ll always be mine, and
I’ll do everything in my power to protect you.”

Angel shook her head. “No, this is not right. I’m
the daughter of a guy who can’t pay you back. I was taken as payment.”

She placed the bottle on the counter and didn’t
reach out to touch it again.

“And you’re still there as payment, Angel. Nothing
has changed other than the fact the guys know to stay away.”

Her mouth opened and then closed. “What?”

“Your father is never going to pay back the money,
baby. He’s in too deep, and we think he’s into something deeper. The longer we
go without being paid, the higher the risk of you being one of the members’
plaything
, rises.” The look of disgust made him feel like a
pig. Angel was far too innocent. Why couldn’t he want a woman who knew how
things went with him?

“You’re telling me they’d treat me like some kind of
whore?”

“No. You’re a challenge to the men.”

“My virginity is a challenge to them?” She let out a
gross sound. “Well I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry that my Dad had to borrow money,
and I’m sorry my Mom died sending him to do it. I’ve got nothing to do with it.
Why can’t you just leave me alone?” She stood up and made toward the door.

Lash fought with himself. He should just let her go
and help her get far away from The Skulls and him. She’d be safer without him
being close by. Instead, he found himself getting to his feet and charging in
her direction. She was stood in front of the door leading to her escape.

He couldn’t let her go. Tiny would kill him, and the
club would look down on him. He either tamed her or got rid of her. They were a
club with a code, but the club would always come first, even to him.

Slamming the door closed, he stopped her from
moving. Her head rested against the door, and he felt the sobs escape her. Her
shoulder shook with her tears.

“Why can’t I just go? I’ve never done anything to
any of you.” The pain in her voice was clear.

“I can’t.”

“I’m not used to this. I don’t watch people having
sex in front of an audience. I don’t cook for a bunch of tattooed bikers. This
is not me. It’s not fair.”

He pulled her hair off her shoulder and laid a kiss
to her exposed flesh. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “No, you’re not sorry. If you
were sorry you’d let me go.”

“There’s no way you’re leaving, Angel. You’re my
woman. You stay by my side.”

“I hate you. I don’t know you, but I hate you. You’re
unfair, and I hate you for it.”

Lash listened to her words and reached around to cup
her breast. Her nipple hardened in his palm. He didn’t let up from his touch.

With his other hand he pulled the vest he’d given
her up over her chest until he was touching her naked tit in his palm. She
filled his hand with her nipple poking against him.

“You can hate me all you want, baby. Your body
doesn’t lie, and you want me. Hate me all you want, but you’re mine. Your body
is mine, and I’ll be fucking you very soon.”

Dropping his lips against her neck Lash inhaled her
subtle fragrance. Her scent was addictive, and he wanted to surround himself with
her scent.

She let out a moan, and her hands lay flat against
the door. He wasn’t letting her get away.

“I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can.” He dropped one of his hands to her
jeans and flicked open the button of her jeans. She didn’t fight him. His Angel
didn’t stop him when he slipped his hand inside her jeans and through her
creamy slit. Her pussy was dripping wet and coated his palm with her cream.

Their moans combined and floated away in the air. He
nibbled her neck relishing the feel of her against him.

Chapter
Five

Angel wanted to fight him, but no matter how much
she tried a new wave of pleasure consumed her, stopping her from putting an end
to Lash’s touch. Did she really want him to stop? Fingers stroked over her clit,
and Angel was lost to anything other than the sensation he was creating.

“You’re so slippery. Hate me, baby. I can handle the
hate. I see it in the faces of people in town, but your body will always want
me. I can make you feel so good. You know that, and so do I.”

She didn’t fight him as he turned her around to face
him. Her back against the door, she watched him kneel down before her. Lash
removed the jeans from her body, exposing her to his gaze.

His eyes never once left her face. He opened her
thighs, and only then did his gaze wander down her body. She wanted to cover her
fuller figure. Her thighs were thick, and she was sure they had a few dots of
cellulite. Lash gripped her thighs, firmly. He split open her body for him to
look.

Angel stared at his head and felt his fingers open
her pussy.

“You’re going to have to get this waxed. I want my
woman to be bare. I don’t want any restriction in getting to you.”

There was no way she was going to get her pubic hair
waxed. The thought alone made her feel sick. The sickness was soon replaced by
his very expert tongue.

Crying out, Angel gazed down in time to see his
tongue circle her clit and then suck the whole nub into his mouth. She couldn’t
breathe. Hands flat behind her, Angel did everything she could to keep herself
upright.

His hands moved from her pussy lips to grip her ass.

“I’ll hold you steady, baby, open your lips for me.
I want you to offer your pussy to me.”

She shook her head. There was no way she’d open
herself up to him. It was madness. It would be sheer madness to become
vulnerable to him.

Still, she reached down between their bodies and
opened her pussy for him to devour. When it came to Lash she didn’t have any
control.

What’s
wrong with me?

“That’s it, baby. Give me what I want.”

This tattoo-covered biker was making her lose
control, and she hated it. For most of her teenage years she’d always imagined
being with a guy who was like her. Who would be happy to stay out of the Fort
Wills business and to have a small family and earn enough to support
themselves.

She never thought she’d be considering giving her
virginity to a guy who’d probably been with hundreds of girls.

His tongue was pure sin. She couldn’t get past how
amazing it felt having his tongue on her body. He licked, nibbled, and sucked
at her clit. She felt his tongue glide over her fingers before smashing against
her clit.

“Come for me, Angel.” He muttered the words against
her flesh.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

His hand tightened on her ass stopping her from
arguing.

“Come for me now, or I’ll take you over my knee and
slap your ass.”

The threat registered at the same time as his grip
tightened even further on her ass. She knew there was going to be bruising.
Closing her eyes Angel stopped thinking about everything that could happen and
should have happened in her future. She thought about Lash and how sexy he was.
The scar down the left side of his face pulled her in, grabbing her attention.
She wanted to caress his face and see if the scar was rough or soft. His dark
hair was thick and fell around his head and looked messy. On Lash, his hair
fit. He was so tall that he made her feel small, delicate almost. She wasn’t
used to being delicate. Being a larger woman meant she always felt like a
beached whale. His hands were twice the size of hers, and his muscles made her
mouth water.

He was the complete opposite of everything she
thought she wanted. Lash was relentless, and the feel of his tongue against her
clit was too much.

Keeping the lips of her pussy open, Angel felt the
first stirrings of her orgasm. She trusted Lash to hold her up. The grip on her
ass was firm. He wasn’t going to let her go.

She cried out, the sound echoing around the room as
she finally let go. Wave upon wave of pleasure engulfed her. She shuddered and
heard Lash slurp the cream leaking from her body.

Her embarrassment was complete. The orgasm died away,
and he pulled away. She saw his chin glisten in the small light.

“You’re so fucking tasty. I can’t wait to lick you
again and again.”

He stood and claimed her lips, slipping his tongue
into her mouth. She tasted herself on his lips and tried to push him away. The
instant her hands touched his hard shoulders the chance for pushing him away
was lost.

Hands sank into her hair, tugging on the length
until she was pulled up taut against him.

Lash took charge, moving her away from the door and
back through to the dining room. All the time his lips never once left hers. He
threw the clothes off the hard surface of the table without breaking contact.
She had no clue how he managed to get her partially naked and flat on a table,
but he did. The fight she originally had left her in light of what they were
doing to each other.

He lifted her onto the table, opening her thighs
wide.

“I can’t get e-fucking-
nough
of you. I want you so bad. My balls and cock ache.” He kissed a path down her
neck to her collarbone. Lash didn’t stop there. He tore his vest in two
exposing her chest to his view.

“So fucking sexy.
I
can’t wait to see these tits bouncing around in front of me.” Lash pinched one
nipple and then the other.

Angel was completely naked, and from the pleasure
alone, she didn’t care.

He stepped back, removed his jacket and shirt until
he stood in front of her naked. She got a clear shot of the snake tattoo on his
arm and the love heart over his chest. On his hip was a small picture of a tree
and lines where names needed to go.