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.