The Skulls(21)

She sat slumped on his kitchen counter. Her breasts quivered with each indrawn breath she took.

“I think this is the best my counter has ever looked,” he said, wiping her juices from his chin and standing up.

A blush filled her cheeks, and her gaze looked past his shoulder. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand in her hair and brought her lips to his. He slammed his lips against hers taking control of her through his kiss alone.

Angel went from being tense to putty in his hands. She relaxed against him giving into what he wanted.

“They’ll be more playtime later. Serve me dinner, woman,” he said.

“I hate it when you get all male on me.”

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.