by Sam Crescent
What the hell was going on inside her head? There was a time when all men were grouped together.
Lash turned off his bike, and several bikers and women surrounded him. He removed his helmet and shook hands with a guy she recognised as Zero.
“It’s great to have you back.”
She handed her helmet to Lash then started climbing off, shocked when a pair of hands helped her off the bike. Glancing over her shoulder she saw Nash stood helping her.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re Lash’s girl. I’m all for helping out his girl.” Nash smiled at her before wrapping his arms back around Kate. The other woman glared at her jacket.
“She’s really been claimed by Lash?” Kate asked, pouting.
“Shut the fuck up.” Nash growled the words, and then they were moving away.
Lash’s arms banded around her waist and pulled her close to his body. His fingers opened the jeans, and they were sliding down to the floor. “My brother is being nice. He might actually like you.” He kissed her neck. “Pass me the jeans.” She bent down, retrieving the jeans from the floor.
“Or he’s trying to scare me away.” Lash put the jeans across his bike.
“Nash wouldn’t go to that much effort.”
She smiled and turned in his arms.
“Besides, I think he’s going easy on you because of the party. Things will get interesting real soon. Come on, let’s go and mingle.”
He took her hand leading her away from the bike and into the crowd of people. Bikers and men stopped him in their path. A few of the women tried to gain his attention, but he’d pull her against him and once they saw her they scampered away.
“Tiny’s inside, man. He looks ready to do murder,” Butch said.
“Okay, I’ll go and see him.”
Lash took her through to the main bar. A couple of women were giving a strip tease on top of the tables. Angel noticed one of the women was an old lady, and her man was watching her intently.
“That’s Hardy and Rose. They’re a strange couple, and he loves watching men salivate over what’s his. None of the guys are allowed to touch her. They can watch but not touch.”
“She’s beautiful,” Angel said, staring at her red hair and pale complexion.
“She is, and she’s a lovely woman devoted to Hardy. They’re a team, and he does everything to protect and love her. Depending on his mood he’ll fuck his woman in front of them, but again, they watch and don’t touch. He likes to torture the men.”
They stood watching the show. Angel saw how Rose’s gaze was on Hardy the whole time. The men were enthralled by her dancing. She felt an answering heat in her groin but didn’t say anything.
“Come on, Tiny’s over there downing shots.” Lash pulled her toward the bar.
“I hate women. I hate them all,” Tiny said, downing another shot.
Lash took a seat pulling her onto his lap. Tiny sneered at her before taking another shot.
“Why are you hating women?” Lash asked, ordering two beers. He gave one to Angel. She took the beer wondering if she could pretend to drink it.
“They’re a pain in the ass. Nanny wants me to let her go. She doesn’t want to work for me anymore.”
Angel didn’t know much about Tiny’s personal life, but she’d heard that he hired a nanny to take care of Tate. The woman he’d hired was eighteen at the time, but that was over ten years ago. Angel knew she must be either the same age as Lash or older. Tate was twenty-three, but Tiny still treated her like a baby, at least that was Tate’s complaint to Angel.
“Eva’s twenty-nine, Tiny. She wants to get out and spread her wings. You’ve had her in your employ for ten years. She’s been loyal to you. Let her go,” Lash said.
Tiny glared at Lash. The two men stared at each other, and Angel couldn’t help but think they were communicating something.
“Okay, right. Then you need to do something about that, man. I can’t help you.” Lash downed his beer, slapped Tiny on the back then moved away, taking her with him.
“What was that all about?” she asked, following him.
“Men stuff, baby. Come on, let’s get outside. I want to do some dancing.”
She was pulled outside. Angel wondered how she was going to keep up when Lash suddenly stopped.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Glancing over his shoulder she saw what he was looking at. A smile broke out over her face when she saw Tate gliding toward them wearing the killer red dress. The bikers stared at her shocked while the men drooled. Lash went tense.
“Where is he?” Tate asked, folding her arms. Her gaze went to Angel, and she smiled. “Hi, Angel.” The anger returned as she glared at Lash. “Where’s my fuck-head of a father?”
“You shouldn’t be here.” Lash folded his arms over his chest and glared.
“I don’t give a fuck what you think, Nigel. Get out of my way.”
No one ever called Lash by his real name. Silence met her answer.
“What is all the chaos about?” Tiny asked, coming up behind Angel. He looked at his daughter, and any buzz he was getting from the shots, clearly disappeared. “What the fuck are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?”
“What did you do to Eva? She’s locked herself in her room, and I can hear her crying. She won’t let me near her.” Tate’s hands went to her hips. She glared at her father and looked ready to commit murder.
“She’s not your concern.” Tiny forced his way through. Lash’s arms went around Angel as they watched father and daughter argue.
“Hello! She’s my fucking nanny. Yeah, I get the joke, a grown woman with a nanny. Stop being a bastard and go to her.” Tate looked hurt and angry.
Angel wondered who Eva was and what she meant to Tate’s family.
“This is a party, Tate. You shouldn’t be here and not dressed like that. Steven, take her home and make sure she stays there.”
“If you so much as touch me I’ll castrate you with my heels.” The heels did look pretty dangerous. “If you send me home I’ll make sure Eva comes back here to see you. Do you want her here?”
Tiny paled at Tate’s words.
Lash cursed. “They’re both as bad as each other. Neither of them can back away from a fight.”
“You wouldn’t fucking dare.”
“Try me, Dad. I’m this close to losing it with you. I hate it when Eva cries, and so do you.” Tate flipped out her cell phone. “One call will get her here.”
They stared at each other, and even Angel tensed waiting for her answer.
“Steven, she stays, and if anyone hurts her it’s your ass I’m taking it out of.” Tiny stormed away. “I need a fucking drink and a woman.”
Angel noticed none of the women went to him.
****
Lash watched his leader and mentor storm around to the back of the building. Angel stayed by his side, but he needed to go and make sure Tiny was okay. Tate moved closer to them.
“I hate it when he gets like this,” Tate said, hand on hip. She was gaining attention from some of the men. Tate glared in their direction. Lash never felt the need to protect her as she always knew how to take care of herself. “What the fuck are you looking at?”
She shook her head in disgust then grabbed Angel’s arm. “I know you’re going to want to talk to him. I’m taking her away from you for a while.”
He kept a firm grip on his woman. Shooting a glare to Tate he waited until she left to go sit at the bar. Steven followed her.
“Okay, I guess you’re about to leave me to go and deal with Tiny,” Angel said.
“I’ve got to make sure he’s doing good.” He cupped her cheek and pulled her in close. “Until then, you’ll stay at the bar. Steven will take care of you, and you’ll have nothing to worry about.” He fingered the jacket and knew in his heart she’d be safe. No one would try anything unless they wanted to start a war with all of The Skulls.
“Go be with Tate. I�
��ll be back as soon as I can.” He waited until she was sat next to Tate before heading off in the direction of Tiny.
He found him with Nash behind the back of the bar. The back faced a mass of forests and clear space. There were many times when he’d come here to think when he was growing up.
Tiny and his brother were smoking a cigarette.
“She shouldn’t be here dressed like that. Why does she try to test me?” Tiny asked, staring up at the sky.
“Tate’s hurting.” Lash lit a smoke and stared out at the distance. He was surprised to see Nash without a woman on his arm.
“I yelled at Eva when she asked if she should be looking for another job. I told her to keep her ass where I told her to and if she wanted to do something useful she should start doing as she’s told.” Tiny sighed. “I was a fucking pig to her. I called her fat and useless. I hurt her.”
Lash shook his head. Eva wasn’t fat. She was rounded in all the right places but a little bigger than Angel. When he looked at Eva he was always reminded of a woman who’d be a loving mother. He’d seen her with kids and knew she was gentle at heart. Tiny saying stuff like that would hurt her feelings.
“Tate’s a little old to be having a nanny. You’ve got to figure out what to do about Eva. She’s got a life to live, too.” Lash took a deep draw on his smoke and thought about Angel. He was taking her tonight. Staring at Hardy and Rose, he knew he wanted something similar to what they had. The commitment and the trust shone brightly between them.
“She’s been part of my life since Patricia died. Eva cooks, cleans, and takes care of everything.” Tiny shook his head laughing. “I can run this fucking town and keep my bikers happy, but the thought of running my home alone terrifies me. Patricia loved that house, and I want it to stay that way.”
Lash knew there was more to Tiny’s anger, and he was keeping it to himself.
Tiny finished off his cigarette.
“Tate doesn’t know about Murphy, does she? That’s why she’s at the party and trying to give me a heart attack,” Tiny said.
“She’s hurting because he left. I think she was in love with him, and he betrayed her,” Nash said, surprising Lash.
“I need to get a woman under me or seriously drunk. I’m going back inside. I suggest you two do the same. We’ve got a lot of work to do in the next week.” Tiny left them alone.
“Where’s Kate?” Lash asked.
“Probably giving some other guy a fuck. I don’t know. Tiny needed someone, and you were dealing with Angel. Shit is going to hit the fan soon. Do you realise this could be our last real party together?” Nash said, looking out at the scenery.
“Don’t talk like that,” Lash said. “We’ve been through worse.”
“I don’t know. It just don’t feel right to me.” Nash was silent for a few seconds. “Do you think Mom and Dad would approve of how we are?”
“I really don’t know.” Lash tried not to think of what his mother and father would think.
“We can’t change it now. I suggest you get back to your woman. She looks hot.”
Lash chuckled and hit out at his brother. “Keep your dirty hands off my woman.”
They headed around the front of the club. In the short time they’d been away things had already started to spice up. Women were all in different states of undress. He passed one woman who was giving a biker a blow job and another guy a hand job. Shit, he needed to get inside the bar. Everything always got worse inside the club. Going to the door he paused when he saw Tate dancing on one of the tables. Steven was stood between two tables talking, and then he saw Angel on the other table. His woman was obstructed by Tate’s form, but now he saw her clearly.
She was drinking from a bottle and dancing to the erotic pulse of the music playing in the background. Both women were beautiful and entirely out of place. Neither of them was dancing in order to gain attention, but from the panting looks of the men around them, they were rocking the moves. They were both smiling at each other, and Angel looked fresh-faced while Tate finally looked free.
“Lash, whoop, come here, buddy,” Tate said, yelling over the music. “Angel’s awesome.”
His woman turned to him with a smile. She wasn’t drunk, but she was a little merry. He saw that in the way she smiled at him. There was still a hint of reserve to her.
Walking toward her, Lash made his way through the crowd of people to get to Angel’s table.
“Hi,” she said. Her hips swung from side to side.
“Hi yourself.”
“Are you angry with me?” She pouted at him, and he found the action incredibly cute.
“I leave you alone for two minutes, and you’re dancing sexily on a table. What do you think?” he asked.
“You don’t look angry. You’ve got your sexy smile on. I like your sexy smile. It does nice things down here.” Her hand went between her thighs.
Lash hauled himself up on the table and grabbed her hand as whistles met her actions. Angel may not realise it, but she was winning their vote on her being his old lady. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he held her tight against him. “I’m the only one who can touch your pussy.”
“I want you to touch me. I’m burning inside. Please, Lash.” Her arms went around his neck. There was no way he’d take her in this current state. The rest of the night she was not drinking anything. He was going to have her sober.
Taking the bottle from her fingers, he took a long gulp of the burning whiskey. Glancing toward the bar he didn’t see Mikey. Whoever gave his woman whiskey was going to feel his fist.
“Come on, you can dance for me.” He helped her down to her feet, and several bikers cheered. Next, Lash grabbed Tate and handed her to Steven. “Keep her out of trouble. If Tiny finds out you’ll be lucky to have a cock left.”
He took Angel outside to help her sober up. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, holding onto him.
“I like this party, Lash. It’s fun.”
Leaning against a wall he tugged her between his legs. She wiggled her body next to his making him moan.
“I think that’s the whiskey talking.”
Her hand landed on his cock, rubbing him through his jeans. “Fuck, baby.”
“I know what I’m talking about, and I want to do to you what you do to me, Lash. I’m not drunk. I know what I’m doing.”
Before he could say anything she sank to her knees in front of him.
“Angel, what are you doing?”
“I’m giving you pleasure. I’ve seen a couple of the girls do it, and now I want to do it to you.” She fumbled with the tie in his leather pants.
Lash stopped her. She looked up at him with such an endearing smile on her lips. “I can’t let you do this.”
“Why not? You’ve licked my pussy. I’ve even got all the hair ripped off to please you. I want to do this, please, Lash. I really do.”
She tugged on his pants even as she stuck her lip out. Lash growled in annoyance and released his pants. He was going to regret this, but he couldn’t stand to see the hurt on her face. She looked like he’d hurt her cat or something.
Angel pulled his pants down to his thighs, and his cock sprang out. He was so turned on by her dancing and everything about her, he was ready to explode. Her hands wrapped around his length, pumping the shaft with her tight, little fist.
“Fuck, baby, that feels good.” He stared down at her, watching her ministrations on his cock.
She ran her finger through the slit of his cock, coating her fingers with his leaking pre-cum.
“What’s this?”
“That’s my cum,” he said.
Angel pressed a finger to her lips, tasting him. In the next breath her mouth was on him.
Her inexperience drove Lash wild. In the weeks and months to come he hoped to teach her how to suck him properly, but for now he loved the way she took him into her mouth. There was a hesitancy about her. She took him until he hit the back of her throat and then stopped. He watched her head bob as she
took him in her mouth. The rest of the club faded into the background. Lash savoured every second of Angel and her mouth on him.
His balls tightened, and with two quick thrusts inside her mouth he erupted filling her with his seed. Surprise gripped him as she swallowed him down. She didn’t hesitate, merely swallowed him down, and he couldn’t believe it. His little virgin looked so happy when she rested her head against his thigh.
“Did I give you pleasure?” she asked.
“You’ve got no idea how much pleasure you’ve given me.”
Chapter Nine
Later that night Angel sat in the corner of the bar while Lash played cards with a couple of the club members. The party was starting to die down, but she’d gotten an eyeful throughout the night. After she’d given Lash a blow job, which she loved, the party came apart at the seams. They’d walked back into the bar in time to see Hardy penetrate Rose. Angel had been so shocked and turned on by what she’d seen that she’d stood and watched. Lash hadn’t spoken a word throughout. He’d stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against him.
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.
