The women he’d fucked at the club would often complain about his strength, and he’d seen the bruises he’d left behind because of the pounding he’d given them. He needed a woman who could take his strength, and Angel looked like the woman to be able to do that. Not only was her body calling to him, but her innocence surrounded her. She was the only woman in the club who hadn’t fucked a member, and he liked that.
Lash wasn’t any kind of man to talk about innocence. He’d been a member of the Skulls since he was a Prospect, and after two years of showing his loyalty he’d become a full member. He was the muscle and worked out hard to keep in shape to protect their group. The Skulls protected their town and made sure nothing bad went down. If it did, the problem landed on him.
In all that time he’d fucked plenty of women, and he’d been with a couple who were now old ladies to some of the guys. No, he wasn’t going to have a woman by his side that’d been with the rest of the club. It was not going to happen. He was a selfish, possessive type, and he accepted that.
“Kate’s good for her blows.” Lash didn’t tear his gaze away from Angel. She was sucking on her straw with her eyes closed. He wondered what she was thinking about. The club was dying down for the night, and it was only a matter of time before Mikey sent her to her room. The room that was next to his, and he listened to her at night as she moved around. He thought about crossing the distance and staking his claim. Each time he moved toward that door, he found himself hesitating.
The last thing he wanted was for her to look at him with disgust or with fear. Angel had been protected from The Skulls for a long time. Her father, David, was the only reason she was here now. The bastard had spent all of her mother’s money gambling and through bad investments. Taking the loan was the best and worst decision David had ever made. Bad for her father but good for Lash as it gave him what he needed, Angel close.
He’d spoken to Tiny and the rest of the club members about what he wanted. They were fine, and even Tiny was okay with it even though they didn’t think Angel could hack it being in the Club. This was who he was, and nothing would ever change that.
“All you do is stand and watch her. You’ve not taken a woman in over a year. You must be begging to let off some steam. Go and take her already. Tiny is going to start getting angry. She’s been at the club for a long time, and you’ve not made a play for her. He’s not going to curb the guys’ behaviour for much longer, Lash.”
Tiny was the club leader, and at Lash’s request he’d made sure no parties were out of control.
Looking back over his request to the club Lash knew he’d asked for so much. The Club was his family. Tiny had taken him and his brother under his wing when their family died in a turf war with another Club. Tiny raised them from the time they were boys all the way until now. He’d been the man to give them the names, Lash and Nash, stupid names but way better than the ones on their birth certificate. They both earned their right to be in The Skulls, but Tiny’s patience would only go so far.
“She’s different.”
“Yeah, she’s a virgin and a civilian. Of course she’s different.” Nash let out a frustrated sigh. “You’ll never find her giving club members a blow job or a free ride. She’s a good girl. You always said you wanted a good girl. She’s right there, under your nose, and you’re not doing anything about it.”
Lash couldn’t argue with his brother.
“I’m going to find a piece of ass for the night. Good luck with whatever you’ve got planned.”
Nash walked away without another word.
Looking over at the woman he’d claimed for his own, Lash watched as she stood up and moved to wash the glass up and toss the straw in the trash.
She was way out of his league but the only woman he wanted. He was Lash, the muscle and a member of The Skulls.
Watching her was out of the question. The only thing he wanted in life was standing right in front of him. He wasn’t going to let any more time pass. Angel was his for the taking.
Chapter Two
Angel rinsed out her glass and felt a presence behind her seconds before a hand reached around to turn off the tap. She didn’t recognise the arm, but it was covered in tattoos. There was a snake wrapped around a sword down the arm. Angel noticed several of the members held the same kind of tattoo. She paused, waiting for the man to say whatever he wanted to say or to leave.
He did neither. The man stood behind her, close enough that his breath brushed along the nape of her neck, without speaking.
The hand left the tap and travelled up her arm. The pads of his fingers felt like a caress over her skin. She didn’t know what to do and stood still. None of the men touched her, but this man was touching her and the simple caress of his fingers was igniting a path of fire along her arm.