The Skulls (2 page)

“You may be here because of your deadbeat dad, but
don’t let anyone ever make you feel less than you are. Angel, you’re a
beautiful, young woman, and if I was twenty years younger I’d make a play for
you. As it is, I’m not, but don’t let a dirty fucker ruin you.”

He tapped her cheek and walked away. Angel frowned,
wondering what had made him speak such words to her.

Sipping on her drink Angel closed her eyes wishing
she was anywhere but inside the club.

****

If Angel kept sucking on her straw Lash wasn’t going
to be able to control the urge to claim her. He’d been watching her for a long
time, and he’d done everything in his power to protect her from her own father.
Still, club rules were club rules, and if he didn’t make a play for her soon it
was only a matter of time before someone else did, or Tiny collected the debt
sending Angel back out into the town alone.

He didn’t like the thought of her alone out in the
world without him. There were too many men to keep away from her.
 

His brother, Nash, stumbled over toward him. Nash’s
jeans were partially open, and he knew Kate had given Nash a blow job in the
last few minutes.

“What’s up with you?” Lash asked, turning his
attention back to Angel.
Mikey
was keeping an eye on
her and always did when she was working the bar.

“I’m good, man. I just got my dick sucked, and the
bitch swallowed. No mess and I can walk away. I love women who don’t want
forever. That shit is always a drag.” Nash folded his arms looking proud.

Where his brother wasn’t looking for commitment,
Lash was staring at commitment across the bar. He turned his attention back to
his woman. Angel was completely out of place in The Skulls bar. She would be
out of place as his old lady, too, but she was the woman he wanted and intended
to keep. Angel’s long chestnut brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, but the
locks looked silken as they glistened in the light. He’d not had the pleasure
of touching her hair or her body, but he would. Lash wasn’t going to let that
opportunity pass. Her body was also out of place in the bar. She was the only
real woman with large tits, thick hips and thighs, and a small waist. Most of
the women were slim with fake breasts or nothing in that department to rave
about. Looking at Angel had Lash’s cock thicken with renewed need. He wasn’t a
small man at all. Being over six feet tall with plenty of muscle he needed a
woman to be able to take him.

The women he’d fucked at the club would often
complain about his strength, and he’d seen the bruises he’d left behind because
of the pounding he’d given them. He needed a woman who could take his strength,
and Angel looked like the woman to be able to do that. Not only was her body
calling to him, but her innocence surrounded her. She was the only woman in the
club who hadn’t fucked a member, and he liked that.

Lash wasn’t any kind of man to talk about innocence.
He’d been a member of the Skulls since he was a Prospect, and after two years
of showing his loyalty he’d become a full member. He was the muscle and worked
out hard to keep in shape to protect their group. The Skulls protected their
town and made sure nothing bad went down. If it did, the problem landed on him.

In all that time he’d fucked plenty of women, and
he’d been with a couple who were now old ladies to some of the guys. No, he
wasn’t going to have a woman by his side that’d been with the rest of the club.
It was not going to happen. He was a selfish, possessive type, and he accepted
that.

“Kate’s good for her blows.” Lash didn’t tear his
gaze away from Angel. She was sucking on her straw with her eyes closed. He
wondered what she was thinking about. The club was dying down for the night,
and it was only a matter of time before
Mikey
sent
her to her room. The room that was next to his, and he listened to her at night
as she moved around. He thought about crossing the distance and staking his claim.
Each time he moved toward that door, he found himself hesitating.

The last thing he wanted was for her to look at him
with disgust or with fear. Angel had been protected from The Skulls for a long
time. Her father, David, was the only reason she was here now. The bastard had
spent all of her mother’s money gambling and through bad investments. Taking
the loan was the best and worst decision David had ever made. Bad for her
father but good for Lash as it gave him what he needed, Angel close.

He’d spoken to Tiny and the rest of the club members
about what he wanted. They were fine, and even Tiny was okay with it even
though they didn’t think Angel could hack it being in the Club. This was who he
was, and nothing would ever change that.

“All you do is stand and watch her. You’ve not taken
a woman in over a year. You must be begging to let off some steam. Go and take
her already. Tiny is going to start getting angry. She’s been at the club for a
long time, and you’ve not made a play for her. He’s not going to curb the guys’
behaviour for much longer, Lash.”

Tiny was the club leader, and at Lash’s request he’d
made sure no parties were out of control.

Looking back over his request to the club Lash knew
he’d asked for so much. The Club was his family. Tiny had taken him and his
brother under his wing when their family died in a turf war with another Club.
Tiny raised them from the time they were boys all the way until now. He’d been
the man to give them the names, Lash and Nash, stupid names but way better than
the ones on their birth certificate. They both earned their right to be in The
Skulls, but
Tiny’s
patience would only go so far.

“She’s different.”

“Yeah, she’s a virgin and a civilian. Of course
she’s different.” Nash let out a frustrated sigh. “You’ll never find her giving
club members a blow job or a free ride. She’s a good girl. You always said you
wanted a good girl. She’s right there, under your nose, and you’re not doing
anything about it.”
 

 
Lash couldn’t
argue with his brother.

“I’m going to find a piece of ass for the night.
Good luck with whatever you’ve got planned.”

Nash walked away without another word.

Looking over at the woman he’d claimed for his own, Lash
watched as she stood up and moved to wash the glass up and toss the straw in
the trash.

She was way out of his league but the only woman he
wanted. He was Lash, the muscle and a member of The Skulls.

Watching her was out of the question. The only thing
he wanted in life was standing right in front of him. He wasn’t going to let
any more time pass. Angel was his for the taking.

Chapter
Two

Angel rinsed out her glass and felt a presence
behind her seconds before a hand reached around to turn off the tap. She didn’t
recognise the arm, but it was covered in tattoos. There was a snake wrapped
around a sword down the arm. Angel noticed several of the members held the same
kind of tattoo. She paused, waiting for the man to say whatever he wanted to
say or to leave.

He did neither. The man stood behind her, close
enough that his breath brushed along the nape of her neck, without speaking.

The hand left the tap and travelled up her arm. The
pads of his fingers felt like a caress over her skin. She didn’t know what to
do and stood still. None of the men touched her, but this man was touching her
and the simple caress of his fingers was igniting a path of fire along her arm.

Her nipples tightened, and heat swamped her pussy.
She’d never felt anything like it. The pleasure was immense, and in that moment
she didn’t want it to stop.

From the simple touch Angel forgot about where she
was. She forgot about the fact she was a virgin and her life was owned by a
rough, bike riding club. Never in all of her nineteen years had she felt
anything so pleasurable, and all the man was doing was caressing her arm.

“You shouldn’t be washing the dishes,” he said,
whispering against her ear.

Closing her eyes, Angel willed for herself to gain
control of the situation. Whoever the man was behind her, he was tall, and his
body made her feel small.

“It’s my job. I have to clean after everyone.”

“No, you don’t. You clean the tables to keep
yourself busy. Tiny gave you the job to keep you occupied.” The man’s hand left
her arm and settled on her waist. He rubbed against her ass, and she wasn’t
stupid. She did well in school, and knew he was rubbing his very erect cock
against her ass.

Angel couldn’t help her response. She tensed. No man
had ever come near her in such a blatant, possessive way. Nor had she ever felt
so desired in her life. His hand left her waist and moved to her stomach, which
was rounded.

“
Sh
, don’t be scared,
baby. I’m never going to hurt you.”

“Lash?”
Mikey
interrupted the moment. Pulling out of Lash’s arms
she turned to see the large man was in fact behind her.

She knew who he was and had seen him around Fort
Wills plenty of times. He was the muscle of The Skulls, and he was downright
sexy even with the scar down the left side of his face.

“What,
Mikey
?”
Lash
asked, without taking his eyes away from her.

Her heart pounded rapidly inside her chest.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Perfectly.
It’s
time, and I’ve waited long enough. You know
Tiny’s
patience will only last so long,” Lash said.

The two men were having a conversation between her.
Angel didn’t have a clue what they were talking about and stayed silent. She’d
learned never to interrupt and never to interfere. It was easy to always be
silent and stare at the floor.

“Be careful. That kind of sweetness is hard to come
by,”
Mikey
said.

“I will. I’ll be here more often. You won’t have to
worry about watching anymore.”

The men were even speaking in code, or at least it
sounded like they were.

“I’ll always watch.”

She glanced up in time to see
Mikey
smile down at her. “Take care, sweetness.”

The older man walked away. During their conversation
Lash hadn’t taken his hands off her. His palm rested against her thick stomach,
and Angel couldn’t help but make a comparison between her body and the other
women she’d seen around the bar.

“You’ve got a protector. I like that,” Lash said,
against her ear.

Angel looked around the bar to see if anyone noticed
them. No one looked in their direction. She didn’t fight Lash even when he
started to move her away from the bar. He took her around the back and up a set
of steps.

The touch around her stomach was light, but she
sensed the strength within his grip.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Somewhere quiet where we won’t be disturbed.”

Her heart raced. The tone of his voice made goose-bumps
erupt all over her arms.

“Why?”

“Because I’ve waited long enough.
I
need you to myself.”

She didn’t understand his tone. It was strange and
sounded possessive and as if he’d been waiting for a chance to get her alone.

Why?

Angel knew she wasn’t anything special, and she
certainly wasn’t a beautiful woman with a slim figure.

When they made it to her room she tensed. Lash
pushed open the door and still with a hand around her waist, he shut and locked
the door. They were alone in her room. She lived out of her suitcase, and the
case was open in the corner.

“You haven’t unpacked?” he asked.

“No.”

What else was she supposed to say?

He moved to the bed, forced her to sit down and then
went to her suitcase. She watched as he pulled her clothes out, moving to the
wardrobe.

“Why are you putting my clothes away?” she asked.

“This is your home. You need your clothes hanging
up.”

“I’m not staying here. When my Dad makes the money—”
Angel didn’t get chance to finish her sentence. Her faith in her father was not
all that great.

“Your Dad will never make the money in time. He’s
fallen so far behind he’d be lucky to get out of this year with his life, let
alone debt free. His ass is owned by the club. Live with it, Angel.”

She shook her head. What he was saying was wrong
even though she knew it in her heart to be true. Faced with the truth by Lash,
she fought to hold on to what little belief she held in her father. There’s no
way her father couldn’t get the money back. He promised her when she left he
would get the money and get her back, so she had to try to believe it of him.
Not once, when her mother was alive, had she doubted her father, and now this
large, sexy, domineering man was telling her that her father would never get
the money and she’d never get out of here, and it was all too much.