The Skulls(35)

“You made me proud tonight,” he said, reaching up to cup her breast.

She let out a moan when he pinched her nipple. The action sent a new wave of lust straight to her core.

“When?”

“When you danced on the table with Tate.”

“I thought you were angry with me dancing?” She hadn’t been so drunk she’d forgotten what was going on. The whiskey had given her the courage to have a good time. Talking with Tate and watching everyone have fun she’d wanted to be like them for at least once in her life. Her mother hadn’t wanted her to get involved with the bikers and did everything she could to keep her away.

Getting to know The Skulls had shown they were a bunch of guys with their own code. Lash wasn’t mean or evil. He simply didn’t live to what society expected. She was starting to see the thrill of it. Lash had explained what the club was really all about, and part of her wanted in. She didn’t want them to judge her when so many had. Her name alone was enough to make people start to assume things about her.

Fortunately, Lash had taken care of her little problem.

“I didn’t hate your dancing, baby. I loved your dancing. I was proud because you were dancing for yourself and with Tate.”

“I don’t know what you mean?” she said, confused.

“The sweet-butts dance to entice and to draw the guys in. You weren’t looking for any attention. I saw it in your eyes. The only thing you were interested in was letting go. It’s the same for Rose. She doesn’t dance for Hardy or to tease the guys. She dances because she loves it.” His hands settled on her hips.

“I thought guys preferred it when a woman teased,” Angel said. He was right though. Getting up on the tables, she hadn’t been thinking about who was going to watch her or how they were going to view her. She’d gotten up to dance.

“We like to be teased, but there’s also something about a woman who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone else. You closed the guys off, and it was like the only people who existed to you were you and Tate. There was no expectation from the guys, and your innocence added to the whole package.”

Lash tightened inside her. Arching her back she let out a moan as an answering pulse spread throughout.

“If you keep doing that, baby, I’m going to fuck you again.”

“What’s wrong with that? You’ve already taken me once,” she said, grabbing his hands when they made to retreat from her body.

“If we don’t stop and give you chance to rest you’re going to be sore.”

She squealed as he picked her up in his arms, sliding his cock out of her body.

“I wouldn’t mind, Lash,” she said. He dumped her on the bathroom floor, and she watched him start to fill the bathtub. Folding her arms she let out a groan not wanting him to wash her or anything. If he cleaned her it would feel very medieval, and she wasn’t ready for that.

“I would mind. A little soaking and tenderness now means later I can fuck you until my heart’s content.”

She was too busy admiring his ass to hear him.

“What?”

He looked at her over his shoulder. “Make no mistake, Angel, I’ll be fucking you every chance I get, and I’m looking forward to every second of it. You’ll take me as well.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“It means that if I want you, you’ll take me. If that place is in the car, outside, the toilet, I don’t care, you’ll submit to me.” He helped her to her feet, his hands fisted her hair, and he bruised her lips with a punishing kiss. “You’re mine, Angel. My woman to fuck, take care of, and cherish.”

She noticed he didn’t use the word love. Angel tried not to be disappointed, but a small sharp sting pierced her heart at his lack of use of the word.

Angel responded to his kiss though the disappointment threatened to have her in tears. She pushed them aside along with all of her other thoughts. For once she’d be happy with the here and now rather than becoming depressed thinking about the future. If Lash wasn’t in her future then Fort Wills was not. She’d leave before she had to put up with him sleeping with all kinds of different women.

He broke the kiss once again. “You’re making me lose all my control. I just want to fuck you.” He growled then picked her up in his arms.

Lash lowered her into the warm water and moved her forward so he could sit behind her. The bath was filled with lavender scented bubbles. He pushed her hair over one shoulder then settled back, bringing her back against him.

“How does it feel?” he asked, whispering against her neck.

“Perfect. It feels really nice.” Her pussy did feel a little tender, and she was pleased he’d stopped her from going again. “Have you taken many virgins?” she asked, teasing.