She shook her head. “No, no way am I getting waxed with one of your men watching.”
“Steven wouldn’t be watching. He’d be sat outside in the waiting room like a good little Prospect.”
Angel stared at Lash thinking about the jobs poor Steven had been handed because of her. “Why does he do it? Why does he put up with all the crap you and the crew give him?”
“He does it to earn his spot within the club. We all earn our place by doing all the shitty jobs. I’m not asking Steven to do something I haven’t done before.” He opened her thighs.
“Why? What’s so important about the club? What makes The Skulls so special that men like Steven would put up with the shit you and others throw at him?” She placed a hand over his to stop him from advancing up her thigh.
“We’re a family. We’re not your run-of-the-mill-family, and we’ll never be the type of guys who has the white picket fence and the lovely kids you see on the advertisement. We’re not judgemental about our group. Anyone can join, and we don’t take crap from outsiders. We’re a family, Angel. We come from a lot of different families, but in the end it’s only us stood side by side through thick and thin. That’s why Steven will work his ass off, so he can earn his spot in this club. It’s hard work, but it’s worth every second of it.” His hand pushed hers away. “Now are you going to let me eat this pu**y or not?”
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Tate was so going to get her ass kicked. Lash was going to make sure she got more than a stern talking to by Tiny. The only thing stopping him from phoning Tiny right now was the fact Angel was na**d and in front of him. The scent of her pu**y was driving him insane. He’d been waiting all day for another chance to taste her. Once was never enough and would never be enough for him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you,” she said, biting her lip.
“You didn’t insult me, baby. No one gets the club. I accept that, and I don’t give a shit. Steven’s a great guy and is showing real potential. The others, not so much.”
“Who gets to decide who stays and who goes?” she asked.
“We vote. Now, I want to eat your pu**y before I sit through dinner. Shut the f**k up so I can enjoy it.”
Angel stared down at him, but Lash was determined to eat her sweet little pu**y. He couldn’t wait for her pubic hair to be removed so he could relish every part of her, but until then he was making do.
Opening the lips of her sex, he spotted her swollen pink slit. Licking his lips, Lash stuck out his tongue and started to caress the sweet nub. He loved going down on Angel. What he loved the most was the fact she wasn’t tainted by any other man. He knew it was wrong to think like that about his woman seeing as he’d been with so many women. Lash couldn’t deny the satisfaction of being the only one.
Her moans started to fill the air, and her knuckles were white where they gripped the edge of the counter. He wanted to f**k her so badly, but at the same time he was holding back, waiting for the right moment.
She deserved her first time to be perfect.
“Oh God, that feels so good.” She cried out, her hands sinking into his hair as he sucked her cl*t into his mouth. Each time he took her the sweet little Angel he’d come to know let go some more. He couldn’t imagine the straitlaced girl in the bar sinking her fingers into his hair.
Little by little she was blossoming into a beautiful, seductive woman. Lash wanted her to let go. He needed for her to let go of all of her inhibitions in order for her to become his old lady. That was never going to happen if she remained the same. Angel would need to be strong in order to stay by his side. Lash would spend every waking hour of the day to guarantee that.
“Oh God,” she said again.
Feeling how close she was to exploding, Lash centred his attention on her clit, flicking the nub with his tongue. In a matter of moments Angel splintered apart in his arms. He slurped up her cum and brought her down gently from her orgasm.
She sat slumped on his kitchen counter. Her br**sts quivered with each indrawn breath she took.
“I think this is the best my counter has ever looked,” he said, wiping her juices from his chin and standing up.
A blush filled her cheeks, and her gaze looked past his shoulder. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand in her hair and brought her lips to his. He slammed his lips against hers taking control of her through his kiss alone.
Angel went from being tense to putty in his hands. She relaxed against him giving into what he wanted.
“They’ll be more playtime later. Serve me dinner, woman,” he said.
“I hate it when you get all male on me.”
He helped her off the counter then slapped her ass on the way past. “Get used to it. I’m the one in control, and that’s never going to change, not even for you.”
She rubbed her bottom but didn’t speak back to him again.
His hand had left a red print on her ass, and Lash shook his head.
Tearing his clothes off his body he headed toward the laundry room, picking Angel’s clothes up on his way past. He stuffed them into the machine and filled it with powder before heading back to his woman.
Angel was serving them up some casserole as he took his seat at the table. He loved watching her work his kitchen. Her ass shook with every step she took. Lash loved the little jiggle of her ass and tits.
“Did you have a good day at work?” she asked, walking toward him. She carried both of their plates and put one in front of him.
“It was okay.”
He didn’t talk about club business with her. She was an old lady and a civilian. Tiny had taught him at a young age to keep club business to himself. When he’d asked why, Tiny had looked at Patricia, who’d still been alive, and told him rival clubs couldn’t use their women against them.
It was known that The Skulls didn’t tell their women their secrets. The women were left alone, and the men could function in peace without freaking out every time their women left the house. While the shit was going down with the Lions, Lash wanted his woman safe. He didn’t trust any of the men from the rival group, and until Angel’s father was taken care of, he was going to veer on the side of caution when it came to her.
Angel didn’t push him for answers, and they ate their meal in silence. Once food was finished Lash took her up to their bathroom where he ran a bubble bath. They bathed together before he dried her body and led her back through to the main bedroom.
He was wiping the water from his body while she brushed her hair. Lash noticed her gaze was on him all the time she looked in the mirror.