Seconds later the door opened, and Nash was leaning against the doorframe. He was eating an apple as he looked between the two women. Nash looked grossed out at the sight of Tate, but interest shone in his gaze when they landed on Angel.
“I didn’t have a clue she was hiding such a great body. I would have made a play before you got the chance,” Nash said.
It was a gut reaction. Lash grabbed the bottle of oil and threw it at his brother. Nash caught it in his grip, laughing.
“Stop picking on your brother, Edward,” Angel said.
Nash stopped laughing and looked between the two. “You told her our names?”
Lash nodded. Tate’s laughter filled the room.
“This is so fucking awesome. I love this girl,” Tate said.
Leaning down, Lash brushed his lips across her nape. “That was awesome.”
His brother stormed out of the room leaving them all alone. He finished the massage, and when the woman came to the room to inform the women the waxes were ready, Lash stopped what he was doing. Angel tensed up and stared at her retreating back.
“I don’t want to do this,” she said.
“It’s easier the second time. The first time is always the hardest to deal with,” Tate said.
Lash pulled a face. “I don’t need to know what you do to your bits, Tate. Keep it to yourself.”
“Whatever, asshole.” Tate grabbed Angel’s hand leading her out of the room. Lash dried his hands and followed Steven out to the main foyer. Nash was sat in a chair looking bored. He took a seat opposite his brother so he could watch him. Steven sat several seats away giving them extra room. He liked the Prospect. Steven was proving to be the best of all three Prospects.
“I can’t believe you told her our real names,” Nash said.
“She’s going to be my old lady, Nash. I had to tell her my name.” Lash rested one foot on his knee. He stared at the door wondering how Angel was getting on. His mind was at ease knowing Tate would be with her.
“Yeah, what are you going to do when she finds out about her Dad and the shit he’s into?”
“I’ll deal with it. You knew this was happening. I’m not into the Kates of this world.”
“The Kates of this world put out without baggage. You’re young. Why are you saddling yourself with a woman?” Nash asked.
Closing his eyes, Lash counted to ten to calm down.
“You don’t get it. Angel is the one woman for me.”
Nash shook his head but didn’t say anything more. An hour later Angel and Tate came out of the changing rooms dressed. Angel wore his jacket, and pride filled him at seeing his mark on her even if it was in jacket form.
Angel kept her face down as he approached. He heard Tate organising a new appointment.
“It’s okay, Angel. You’ll be fine,” Tate said.
Lash frowned looking between the two women.
Tate shook her head. He waited for the appointment date, and they headed out to the bikes. Steven was waiting beside his truck.
“I’m just going to say bye to Tate, okay?” he asked Angel.
“Sure, take all the time you need.” Her voice was hoarse, and he frowned some more.
Walking toward the truck he saw Tate getting ready to climb inside.
“Tate?” She stopped to look at him. “What’s wrong with Angel?”
She looked past his shoulder. “The wax thing didn’t go well.”
“What do you mean?”
“They have sound-proofed walls, and I’m surprised you didn’t hear Angel scream. She was in a lot of pain. She hated it, and she was crying and the woman was panicking. In the end they cleared away everything and made sure there’s plenty of lotion. They’ve given Angel some ointment to help. Make sure she uses it. I’m going to book us in for weekly appointments, Lash, until she gets used to the wax.”
Guilt swamped Lash as Tate’s words sank in. “She was in a lot of pain.”
“I’ve never heard a woman scream like that. She’s not good with pain I guess.”
Lash looked behind him to see Angel stood perfectly still. If she couldn’t stand pain, how was he supposed to claim her virginity?
“I’ll leave her to you. I’ll talk to her in the morning.” Tate gave him a hug and left. Nash was already on his way back to the club. Going toward his woman, he enfolded her in his arms. Tears were glistening in her eyes.
“It really hurt, Lash. I didn’t think it would hurt so bad.”
He held her tight against him. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“I hope you like it.”
“I know I will, baby, and I’ll show you.” Lash kissed the top of her head and then made to straddle his bike. “Come on, let’s go home.” He handed her a helmet and fired up his bike. “Climb on the back, and wrap your arms around me.”