“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 b**w j*b 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.
Her ni**les tightened, and heat swamped her pu**y. She’d never felt anything like it. The pleasure was immense, and in that moment she didn’t want it to stop.
From the simple touch Angel forgot about where she was. She forgot about the fact she was a virgin and her life was owned by a rough, bike riding club. Never in all of her nineteen years had she felt anything so pleasurable, and all the man was doing was caressing her arm.
“You shouldn’t be washing the dishes,” he said, whispering against her ear.
Closing her eyes, Angel willed for herself to gain control of the situation. Whoever the man was behind her, he was tall, and his body made her feel small.
“It’s my job. I have to clean after everyone.”
“No, you don’t. You clean the tables to keep yourself busy. Tiny gave you the job to keep you occupied.” The man’s hand left her arm and settled on her waist. He rubbed against her ass, and she wasn’t stupid. She did well in school, and knew he was rubbing his very erect c**k against her ass.
Angel couldn’t help her response. She tensed. No man had ever come near her in such a blatant, possessive way. Nor had she ever felt so desired in her life. His hand left her waist and moved to her stomach, which was rounded.
“Sh, don’t be scared, baby. I’m never going to hurt you.”
“Lash?” Mikey interrupted the moment. Pulling out of Lash’s arms she turned to see the large man was in fact behind her.
She knew who he was and had seen him around Fort Wills plenty of times. He was the muscle of The Skulls, and he was downright sexy even with the scar down the left side of his face.
“What, Mikey?” Lash asked, without taking his eyes away from her.
Her heart pounded rapidly inside her chest.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Perfectly. It’s time, and I’ve waited long enough. You know Tiny’s patience will only last so long,” Lash said.
The two men were having a conversation between her. Angel didn’t have a clue what they were talking about and stayed silent. She’d learned never to interrupt and never to interfere. It was easy to always be silent and stare at the floor.
“Be careful. That kind of sweetness is hard to come by,” Mikey said.
“I will. I’ll be here more often. You won’t have to worry about watching anymore.”
The men were even speaking in code, or at least it sounded like they were.
“I’ll always watch.”
She glanced up in time to see Mikey smile down at her. “Take care, sweetness.”
The older man walked away. During their conversation Lash hadn’t taken his hands off her. His palm rested against her thick stomach, and Angel couldn’t help but make a comparison between her body and the other women she’d seen around the bar.
“You’ve got a protector. I like that,” Lash said, against her ear.
Angel looked around the bar to see if anyone noticed them. No one looked in their direction. She didn’t fight Lash even when he started to move her away from the bar. He took her around the back and up a set of steps.
The touch around her stomach was light, but she sensed the strength within his grip.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Somewhere quiet where we won’t be disturbed.”
Her heart raced. The tone of his voice made goose-bumps erupt all over her arms.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve waited long enough. I need you to myself.”
She didn’t understand his tone. It was strange and sounded possessive and as if he’d been waiting for a chance to get her alone.
Why?
Angel knew she wasn’t anything special, and she certainly wasn’t a beautiful woman with a slim figure.
When they made it to her room she tensed. Lash pushed open the door and still with a hand around her waist, he shut and locked the door. They were alone in her room. She lived out of her suitcase, and the case was open in the corner.
“You haven’t unpacked?” he asked.
“No.”
What else was she supposed to say?
He moved to the bed, forced her to sit down and then went to her suitcase. She watched as he pulled her clothes out, moving to the wardrobe.
“Why are you putting my clothes away?” she asked.
“This is your home. You need your clothes hanging up.”
“I’m not staying here. When my Dad makes the money—” Angel didn’t get chance to finish her sentence. Her faith in her father was not all that great.
“Your Dad will never make the money in time. He’s fallen so far behind he’d be lucky to get out of this year with his life, let alone debt free. His ass is owned by the club. Live with it, Angel.”