Her hands moved to his chest, gripping the fabric of his vest. Lash moved his hand down from her head to her back. He pushed her back to the bed until she was under him.
With careful movements, Lash settled between her thighs, and the denim skirt she wore rode up high around her waist. He stroked a hand up her thigh, feeling her silken skin against his palm.
Lash didn’t press his cock against her centre. The only thing keeping him away from her was her panties and the denim of his jeans.
Making love to her mouth, Lash caressed her body as best as he could in the position. Her hands moved from his chest around to his back. Her nails sank into his shirt. If he’d been naked Lash would have her mark his back.
His cock was thick, and his need for her intensified.
“Kiss me back,” he said, breaking the kiss long enough to speak.
Before she got chance to talk or push him away, Lash claimed her lips once again.
He fucked her mouth with his tongue and pressed his palm between them. Touching her pussy he felt her heat against him. Moaning, Lash kept her mouth occupied at the same time he pushed the fabric of her panties out of his way. He needed to touch her.
Slipping a finger through her folds, Lash touched her clit. She jumped under his touch. He kept her in place, sinking his fingers into her hair, holding her there.
Lash stroked her clit feeling her cream soak his fingers. She was so close, and Lash knew she’d never been touched like this before.
He fingered her clit, kissing her mouth and hoping he wasn’t fucking up what was happening.
She cried out and seconds later shuddered under his touch. It was the most erotic experience of his life. Lash eased the touch of his fingers and then slowly withdrew from her heat.
Staring down into her face, Lash waited for her to open her eyes.
Angel looked at him, her face flushed from her orgasm. It hadn’t taken long at all. He’d known it wouldn’t.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. Without thinking he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the cream from them.
She looked away from him, biting onto her lip.
“What did I just do?” she asked.
Her words were so faint that he only just heard them. “I suggest you get used to my touch, baby. I’m not going anywhere, and you’re going to get used to my touch.”
He pulled her to her feet and started to remove her clothing. All his planning left his thoughts. He’d wasted too long trying to take things slowly with Angel. She wasn’t part of his world, but he’d make sure by the time he got his ring on her finger that she would be.
Lash was not going to hold back any longer. Angel was going to be claimed whether she liked it or not.
Pulling her shirt from her body, Lash tore at the denim skirt until she stood in her panties. Lash pulled his vest off. In the next instant he removed her bra and panties and then placed his vest over her head.
The vest fit perfectly and was a little tight around her large tits. They were his tits.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He slammed his lips down on hers in answer. “Get in bed,” he said.
She stared at him for a few minutes and then climbed into the bed.
Lash knelt beside her, took her hand and stared into her eyes. “Things are going to change for you. You’re not always going to like me, and I accept that. I get what I want, and you’ll do what I ask, and there’s nothing that is going to change who I am. I’ll do my best to make you happy, but from this day forward, you’ll be my woman, Angel. No one will touch you but me.”
He stroked her hair, kissed her cheek and left the room. Tiny was standing outside waiting for him. The leader of the club had his arms folded over his chest.
“I see you’ve finally decided to claim her,” Tiny said.
“Yes.” Lash turned to face his boss and waited for what Tiny had to say.
“Good. You claim her in front of the other men, and she’ll be yours. Make sure you take care of her, Lash. I don’t want her to be hurt.”
Tiny didn’t like to involve just anybody. They were a rough crew but a fair one all because of Tiny’s influence. Yes, they ran the occasional coke deal, but it kept the drugs out of their town. Fort Wills was clean, and the folk had them to thank for that, not the cops. None of the crew used drugs either. Tiny made money out of it, and if he caught a member using, they were fucked.
“I’m taking full responsibility for her,” Lash said.
“You better because her father is as good as dead. You need to be prepared for the fallout.” Tiny slapped him on the back then left.
Resting against the door, Lash wondered how she was going to take the next couple of months. He wasn’t waiting around anymore. Angel belonged to him, and the only person who didn’t know that was Angel.