The Skulls (9 page)

He helped her off the counter then slapped her ass
on the way past. “Get used to it. I’m the one in control, and that’s never
going to change, not even for you.”

She rubbed her bottom but didn’t speak back to him
again.

His hand had left a red print on her ass, and Lash
shook his head.

Tearing his clothes off his body he headed toward
the laundry room, picking Angel’s clothes up on his way past. He stuffed them
into the machine and filled it with powder before heading back to his woman.

Angel was serving them up some casserole as he took
his seat at the table. He loved watching her work his kitchen. Her ass shook
with every step she took. Lash loved the little jiggle of her ass and tits.

“Did you have a good day at work?” she asked,
walking toward him. She carried both of their plates and put one in front of
him.

“It was okay.”

He didn’t talk about club business with her. She was
an old lady and a civilian. Tiny had taught him at a young age to keep club
business to
himself
. When he’d asked why, Tiny had
looked at Patricia, who’d still been alive, and told him rival clubs couldn’t
use their women against them.

It was known that The Skulls didn’t tell their women
their secrets. The women were left alone, and the men could function in peace
without freaking out every time their women left the house. While the shit was
going down with the Lions, Lash wanted his woman safe. He didn’t trust any of
the men from the rival group, and until Angel’s father was taken care of, he
was going to veer on the side of caution when it came to her.

Angel didn’t push him for answers, and they ate
their meal in silence. Once food was finished Lash took her up to their
bathroom where he ran a bubble bath. They bathed together before he dried her
body and led her back through to the main bedroom.

He was wiping the water from his body while she
brushed her hair. Lash noticed her gaze was on him all the time she looked in
the mirror.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.

“I was just wondering about your tattoos. I noticed
all the guys have them.” She pointed at his arm and chest.

Lash loved getting ink. The biggest tattoo he held
was of the Fort Wills emblem of The Skulls. “They’re a rite of passage and just
some cool pictures. The tree was my idea, and I get an artist in the city to do
mine. I’d never trust one of the guys to touch my skin.”

“I noticed the tree had lines in the centre.”

He gazed down his body to see what she was looking
at. “Yep, I asked for them.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to have the name of my woman and my kids
in that tree. Tiny has a tattoo down his arm. He has the names of his woman and
daughter. I think he even put Nash and my names on it seeing as he helped to
raise us. I thought it was cool and decided that was what I was going to do.”

She finished brushing her hair and moved past him to
the bed. Her body was bare of any clothing. He’d banned clothing from bed.
If she stepped foot inside his bed with clothing on, then he was
spanking her ass.

“I like your ink,” she said, staring at him. The bed
covers were up to her chin as she stared at him. Shaking his head, Lash walked
toward the bed. He gripped the edge of the blanket and tore it from her grip.

“I love your body, baby.” He started at her foot,
caressing her skin with the tips of his fingers. He travelled up, skimming over
her sex and up further to her breasts. “Roll over.”

He climbed on the bed as she moved onto her stomach.
The curves of her ass called to him, and he settled at the bottom of the bed
behind her.

Running both hands up her thighs he settled his
palms on each ass check. She turned her head to look at him.

“Is Lash your real name?” she asked.

“No.” He opened the cheeks of her ass to look at the
puckered hole of her anus. Biting back a groan he slipped a hand underneath her
to feel her soaking wet pussy. It would be so easy for him to slip inside her
tight cunt, but he wouldn’t do that. He wasn’t ready for that. Lash wanted her
to see everything before he took that part of her.

Part of him wanted to claim her and make sure she
couldn’t walk away from him while another part needed her to accept him and the
club for who they were.

She let out a moan, riding his palm as he teased her
pussy.

“What’s your real name?” she asked.

“You don’t want to know.” His father hadn’t been
allowed to name him. The name he’d been given came from his mother who’d been
in a real pissed-off mood at the time.

“I do. You know my name, and I don’t have a clue
what your name is.”

Letting out a sigh, he brought his wet fingers to
her anus and started stroking that forbidden hole. Angel tensed, but he stroked
the line of her back, stopping her from tensing around him.

“Nigel Myers, that’s my name.” He gritted his teeth
as Angel turned her head to face him.

“Seriously?”
Lash
saw the humour in her eyes.

Shaking his head, he started laughing. “Dad didn’t
want to call me that. He pissed Mom off, and she wouldn’t back down. She
accepted the club and the shit, but she got to name his children. I don’t even
want to think what she’d name a girl.” He shook his head remembering the horror
on his Dad’s face whenever he was called Nigel. Tiny and his Dad gave him a
nickname, which, fortunately, stuck. “Mom named Nash, Edward. He hates the name
and doesn’t let anyone know it.”

“I can’t believe your name is Nigel. It’s so …
tame.” She started laughing, and Lash couldn’t help but do the same.

He stopped her laughter by pressing one finger into
her ass. Her ring of muscles kept him out, but he pressed inside until she took
him to the knuckle. Lash wasn’t going to do anything more. Soon he’d take her
ass and her cunt, but for now he was content to touch her like this.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Nigel.”

“Likewise, Angel.”

Chapter
Seven

Angel sat beside Lash as he took her into town. She
was meeting Tate at the salon, and Steven was going to meet them there. Lash
was determined to get her to her appointment. He held her hand all the way
there. This morning they’d only spoken briefly, and nothing had come out about
the party. When she was alone she felt nervous, but once Lash was beside her,
she didn’t feel anything other than the sensations he created when she was with
him.

Several of the town folk stared in their direction,
and when he pulled up outside of the salon they gained many more stares. He
climbed out of the car then moved around to her side. Lash helped her out,
grabbed something from the backseat,
then
shut the
door.

“I thought you weren’t going to make it,” Tate said,
walking toward them. She carried a black bag over her shoulder, and she was
wearing tight jeans with The Skulls shirt.

Steven pulled up seconds later on a motorbike.

“I want you to wear this.” Lash handed her a leather
jacket.

“What is it?” she asked, opening it up to see a
smaller symbol of The Skulls emblem on the jacket.

“It’s our jacket. Our women wear them if they want
to if they don’t have a ring on their finger. I want you to wear it for me
today.” He stroked her cheek, pushing some of her hair off her face.

“Dude, we’re getting waxed. She’s going to be butt-ass
naked for most of the day. She doesn’t need your jacket,” Tate said, rolling
her eyes. There was a smile on her face, and Angel took that as a good sign.

“I don’t mind. I’ll wear it.”

She handed Tate her bag and then eased the jacket
over the small dress she was wearing.

Lash helped pull her hair out of the inside and
settle it over.

“How does it look?” she asked.

His scent clung to the leather, and Angel knew she
wasn’t going to wear anything else. She didn’t know how it had happened, but
she was falling for him, in a big way.

“Sexy, baby.”
He
dropped a kiss to her lips. “I’ll pick you up later. We’re going to the party
together.” Lash turned to Steven. “Keep me posted, and don’t leave their side.”

He climbed back into his car. She turned toward the salon
when Lash whistled to gain her attention.

“Whatever you do, do not cut your hair,” he said.

She pulled the length over one shoulder and nodded.

“Have fun.”

Angel stayed long enough to watch the car disappear into
the distance.

“Damn, he’s got it bad for you, honey. I mean,
really bad.” Tate handed her back her purse, and together with Steven in tow
they made their way into the salon.

Angel was nervous, and she hated the fact she was
nervous. Steven kept a good distance as Tate signed them in. They were taken
back to a changing area where they were asked to strip and to put their clothes
in a locker.

“What do you mean?” Angel
asked,
when they were alone long enough to talk. Steven was outside in the waiting area,
and the changing room was clear.

“I’ve known Lash a long time. He’s practically my
brother in a non-related kind of way. I’ve seen him with plenty of women. He’s
never been this possessive or protective with any of his other women. You’re
special. You’re different. I think it’s cool,” Tate said. “He cares about you,
and he’d not just after sex either, which is good.”

Angel looked at the other woman. “I didn’t think
anything of the way he was treating me. I thought he treated all the women the
same.”

“You’re so wrong. A lot of the other girls hate him.
He fucks and leaves them. Lash is not known for being with the same girl twice.
It’s what makes you special, and the bitches hate you more.”

“How come none of the men or women
talk
back to you or anything?” Angel asked.

Tate wrapped a towel around her body and then a
robe. “Seriously, you don’t know?”

“I’ve not really made it my business to know about
The Skulls lifestyle. I never thought I’d get anywhere close to them, let alone
being potentially dating one,” Angel said, hoping she explained it right.

“Honey, you’re not dating. The Skulls don’t date.
You’re Lash’s woman. That’s not dating. This is a big deal. Anyway, I get away
with shit because I’m
Tiny’s
daughter. The men were
there when I was born or have known me a long time, and the women put up with
me because Dad is the President of the club. They’ve got no choice. They start
with me, and I can kick their ass to the curb.”

Tate handed her another robe to put on.

Running a hand down the leather jacket, Angel didn’t
want to part with it. The leather still possessed Lash’s scent.

“And from the look in your eye you’ve got it bad for
Lash.”

Angel smiled. “He told me his real name last night.”

“No shit. Oh my God, that is a big deal.”

Angel removed the jacket and placed a robe over her
shoulder all the time Tate was talking.

“He hates the name Nigel. He thought his Mom was
seriously unfair in naming it him.”

“He told me Nash’s, too.”

“This is serious, Angel.”

She smiled and nodded her head, but all the time she
couldn’t help but doubt it. Her father was still trying to gain back the money
he’d lost, and until he’d done that, she was The Skulls’ property.

They walked together as they got massaged and
pampered. Angel loved her company and couldn’t believe they’d never been
friends before now. Tate was a little older than she was, and they did come
from two different backgrounds.

“I heard about how your mother died. I’m really
sorry you lost your Mom. It sucks,” Tate said, pulling Angel out of her
thoughts.

Tears filled her eyes as she thought about her
mother. “She was really sick. I hate to say it, but I’m pleased she passed when
she did. She was always in so much pain and tried not to show it. Mom was
strong. She would have kicked Dad’s ass if she knew what he’d gotten himself
into.”

“My Dad has never been the same since Mom died. He
hired a nanny, and she stays around but he’s never taken another woman. I
imagine he fucks women at the club, but he doesn’t bring anyone home.”

Angel winced at her language.

“You do that a lot, you know?” Tate said.

“Huh? What?”

“When I say certain words you wince, and your face
gets all scrunched up.” Tate flicked her hand in the air. “If you’re going to
be Lash’s woman you’ve got to learn to talk the talk and handle all the shit in
between. It’s the only way it’ll happen.”

They grew silent as their masseuses entered the
room. Two well-built men with large muscles came toward them. Angel’s heart-rate
picked up.

“Do you think Lash and Tiny have any idea?” Angel
asked.