The Skulls(31)

The love was clear to see shining between Hardy and Rose. She wished things were different for her and Lash. Angel knew she was falling hard for him and may already be in love with him. She wanted to change for him and be what he needed in a woman. When Tate handed her the whiskey she’d felt the instant buzz, so that when her friend jumped up on the table, she’d followed suit.

After Rose and Hardy left to go to a private room, several of the sweet-butts had taken on the men. She never knew four men could fuck one woman before. Not only had she seen that, but she’d watched one of the men penetrate one woman before going to another and he’d switched between them throughout. She’d never be able to handle such crass attention. Lash didn’t seem fazed by the happenings in the club. It was only when Tiny took a woman through to his office that Lash tensed up.

Nash had spoken up and told him to leave it alone.

Angel kept her nose out of it. Her first ever party had been a success in her mind.

“How are you doing over there, Angel?” Zero asked. He was playing cards with her man. Hardy and Rose had come back down, and Hardy was playing cards while Rose did a little light clearing up.

“I’m sober.”

“Good, because we’ll be leaving soon,” Lash said, stroking her thigh.

She moaned, opening her thighs wider for him.

“I never thought I’d see the day when Angel Marston would stand on the tables and dance like that,” Kate said, taking a seat on Nash’s lap.

Nash slapped her ass warning her to be quiet.

“What? I’m only speaking the truth. I wonder who she was dancing for,” Kate said, continuing to speak.

“I wasn’t dancing for anyone. I joined my friend up on the table and had some fun. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” Angel rested her head against Lash’s arm. He smiled down at her as she smiled up at him.

“I think you’re a natural, honey,” Rose said, taking a seat beside Hardy. “Besides, we old ladies need to stick together. We’re the ones that are going to stick around.” Rose shot a glare at Kate.

“Put the claws away, kitten.” Hardy kissed his woman.

Angel watched the interplay. She saw the respect the guys had for Rose and the lack of it toward Kate. The other woman really was anyone’s piece of ass.

Lash slammed his cards on the table. “I’m out, fuckers. See you tomorrow.” He got up from the table, slapped the guys’ hands and together they made their way toward his bike.

“We didn’t need to go if you didn’t want to,” Angel said. She’d been enjoying the banter.

“I only stayed longer for you to sober up.” He cupped her ass, rubbing his crotch against the front of her body. “If I’d taken you home I wouldn’t have controlled myself. Your first time, you’re going to remember it.”

From all the coffee he’d given her she was as sober as they came.

“Take me home, Lash.” She snuggled close, inhaling his masculine scent. Lash handed her the jeans, which she put on.

He climbed on the bike, and she straddled the bike behind him. Lash handed her a helmet again, and she held on tighter than ever before. The drive back to his place was far more liberating than the drive to the club. She felt freer in mind and in spirit as they raced for home. She loved the feeling of the fresh air even in the darkness. Angel squealed and giggled. She felt Lash do the same.

When they pulled up into his driveway, she was turned on and ready for whatever Lash had to offer. The jeans and helmet were removed the instant she stepped off the bike.

Like all the other times before, he took control. Grabbing her hand he opened and locked his front door behind them. He didn’t wait around to turn on lights but went straight upstairs to the bedroom.

Once inside Angel gasped as Lash sank a hand into her hair and his other hand curved around her waist. He brought her close, pressing his lips to hers. Closing her eyes, she opened her lips to receive his passionate kisses. His tongue traced her lips before plunging inside. There was no stopping his touch. The hand in her hair tightened to a fist pulling on strands of her hair. She gasped from the slight pain but didn’t pull away from him.

His other hand moved from her hip to the jacket. He tore the jacket from her body and broke the kiss to finish his work. Lash pushed the hair off her face, staring into her eyes.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said, possessing her mouth once again.

She didn’t argue with him and kissed him back with the same passion he’d built up inside her. There was no mistaking the need he’d built up inside her over the past week alone. His touch set a fire, and she needed for him to finally put the fire out.