The Skulls(24)

“I’ve got it covered.” Tate leaned forward and started typing buttons into her cell.

“What are you doing?” Angel asked.

“Seeing how far Lash’s protective streak goes.” The cell phone was placed on the floor.

Angel remained tense while the man tried to work her muscles.

“You need to relax, and let me help you. You’re too tense,” the man said.

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“Fuck, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Lash said. The rest of the club looked at him as he slammed his cell phone down on the table.

“Do we even want to know what has got your panties in a twist?” Nash asked. He had Kate sat in his lap, and Lash watched the two with disgust. Kate had been with most of the crew, and still his brother was tapping it.

Tiny looked up from the paperwork he was working through. “Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, there’s a fucking problem. Since when did the salon hire big, sexy men?” Lash asked, growling each word out.

“Do you need to tell us something, brother? Have you gone to the other side without telling us?” Nash joked making some of the men laugh.

Rolling his eyes he showed Nash the picture message Tate had sent him. He whistled, and in no time at all the cell phone got to Tiny.

“Those bastards are touching my daughter. Lash, save your woman, and get Steven to take over. I’d rather have a guy I know I can control massaging my daughter than those bastards.”

Nash was laughing at him.

“Go and run after your chick,” Nash said.

Going to his brother, Lash pulled him up by his arm.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“If Steven’s taking over from the big guy, then you’re taking over from Steven.”

Lash got the last laugh, and together they left the club. Kate’s whining followed them out. He ignored her, straddled his bike, and broke every single speed limit getting to his woman.

Once outside the salon he walked in, grabbed Steven around the arm then headed in the direction of his woman.

“What’s the matter, Lash? I’ve done everything you asked.”

“Yeah, I know. When you have a woman of your own you’ll understand.”

Lash opened three doors and came up with nothing. On the last door he came to his woman. Her back was exposed and the towel lay across her bottom. If he hadn’t seen how tense she was he would have seen red.

“Get your hands off my woman, and get the fuck out,” Lash said.

“Lash!” Tate sounded pissed off.

“Lash,” Angel said. His woman sounded relieved.

“We were only trying to give them a massage,” the guy touching Tate said.

“I don’t give a fuck. Get out now.” He showed them the patch on his jacket, and the two men left the room.

Steven had a hand over his eyes as Tate sat up and covered her breasts with one arm while the towel hid her privates.

Lash wasn’t affected by her. Tate was like a sister to him. However, Angel’s naked body was something else. He’d gotten instantly hard at the sight of her.

“I knew you’d charge in here the moment you saw her. I knew it,” Tate said, giggling.

“Yeah, your Dad knows, and Steven now has to be the one to give you a massage,” Lash said, removing his jacket. He wore a plain black tee underneath. Moving toward his woman he saw her gaze on him as he got closer.

“What?” Tate asked, looking at the Prospect.

Steven’s hand left his face as he looked horrified. “No, please, let me go out and watch. I don’t want that job.”

“You’ve already got one afraid of you, Tate.”

Tate sent Steven a withering stare. “You better be good. I don’t want my trip spoiled because of greasy, disgusting hands. You better wash your hands after you’ve used the bathroom.”

“I did, and I do.” Steven glanced over at him, pleading with his eyes. “I can do anything else but not this, please.”

“Just get it over with,” Tate said, settling back on her stomach.

Lash grabbed the oil from the stand by Angel’s bed. He squirted some of the liquid onto her back before placing it on the stand. Rubbing his hands together to warm them up he coated his palms and started stroking across her skin.

Angel instantly relaxed against his touch. “That feels nice.”

“It’s a good job you didn’t look comfortable with his hands on your body. I’d have killed him and spanked your ass,” Lash said.

Tate snorted.

“I didn’t want him touching me. I thought it was going to be a woman. I hoped it was a woman.”

He dropped a kiss to her shoulder and started rubbing the oil into her flesh. Steven was doing the same. Lash saw the look of concentration on his face.