“That’s it, baby, ride me.”
He slapped her ass loving the sight of his hand print on her ass. Once all the shit with the Lions was out of the way he was getting his name printed on her flesh. He wanted everyone to know who his woman belonged to.
“Lash.” She screamed his name as another cl**ax gripped her.
“Who do you belong to, baby?”
“You, always you.”
“Say it. Say you belong to me.” He gripped her h*ps and pounded inside her heat. Lash was rough, and he didn’t care. He needed to feel her submit to him and say the words.
“I belong to you, Lash.”
A wave of peace floated around him, calming him.
“Tell me no other man is going to feel your warmth.”
“Lash?”
“Fucking say it, and mean it?”
“There’s never going to be any other man. It’s you, Lash. It will always be you.”
Groaning, Lash let himself go, and the release washed over him. Slamming inside Angel’s body he let himself go.
With a final thrust he erupted inside her. Rubbing her ass Lash came back to his senses and saw Angel looking at him over her shoulder. Her green eyes made him pause once more. He saw the question in her eyes, but instead of answering her, he ignored it and pulled out.
Glancing down he saw the puffy red of her bare lips and the white of his seed escaping.
All he wanted to do was hold him inside her body. The consuming need to bind her to him in some way, terrified him. Words didn’t feel enough to him. He felt the need to have something that gave him a reason to always be in her life. A baby would guarantee that. Shaking his head, he rinsed out a towel and pressed it to her pu**y.
“That was the best way I’ve ever woken up on a Sunday.” He dropped a kiss to the cheek of her ass and smiled when she moaned.
“I thought you’d have plenty of women to satisfy your cravings.”
“Only when I was at the club. I don’t bring women here. This is my space.”
He poured two coffees, grabbed two bowls and the only box of cereal he kept. Lash quickly poured her a bowl. Setting everything on the table, Lash pulled her into his lap to eat.
“But I’m here,” she said, cutting into his thoughts.
“What?” he asked, frowning.
“You said you never bring women here, but I’m here and I’m a woman.”
“You’re my woman, Angel. It’s different.”
She didn’t say anything more, which he was thankful for. After breakfast he phoned one of the other Prospects to stay inside the house while he was at the bar.
Angel smiled at him when he left, and he wished he could tell her what she wanted to hear. Until he was sure the threat of the Lions was gone, he wasn’t going to get her hopes up.
Chapter Eleven
Over the next couple of days Angel was confined to the house or the club when Lash needed to go and be with his crew. She didn’t mind being around him at all. Her feelings for Lash had intensified, and she no longer doubted if she loved him. Angel knew she was in love with Lash, which meant his secrets made it hard for her to handle. She knew he was keeping something from her, and she hated it. Secrets, no matter who kept them, were always bad things. She hated secrets. Look what happened to her father when he’d kept secrets from her.
Other than being confined and the secrets, everything else was amazing. When Lash gave her his full attention all of her doubts vanished. He was so attentive, insatiable, and he rocked her world. She never thought it was possible to be walking on cloud nine, but her life had turned into a constant cloud nine whenever she was with Lash. Angel never thought Lash could be so giving and fun. He bought plenty of DVDs for them to watch, and they were not always action flicks or horror movies.
She’d lost count of the number of times he’d cooked for her, not just breakfast but dinner and dessert. They talked about everything, apart from the club. Angel understood talking about the club was off limits, and she didn’t mind. The less she knew about his dealings inside The Skulls, the happier she was.
Her thoughts turned to their intimate time together. She couldn’t call it f**king or just sex. What they shared together was something more than sex and f**king. When they were together, exploring and making love, she felt connected to him. They were equals, and she gave pleasure as much as received it.
He’d also started playing with her ass. She knew he wanted to take her there, but she couldn’t help but hold some reserves about it. Anal sex terrified her, even though she’d snuck on the internet to check out some of the links.
Angel was sure Lash knew she’d checked out some sites because when he came out of his office the other day he’d smirked at her. He’d not said anything embarrassing, but he’d pulled her close and kissed her head. She didn’t know what it was about him kissing her temple, yet she found it to be one of the sweetest things he’d ever done.
Rubbing her temple she listened to Tate moan over the phone. “I mean he’s got Steven here all the time. He’s got his own bloody room and everything. Eva and I have been banned from going out. Dad completely freaked out yesterday when Eva took out the trash. He yelled, she screamed at him, and it ended with him slamming the office door and Eva locking herself in her room. I swear I’m going to lock them in a room and make them get over their issues.”
“Tiny’s protecting both of you. I don’t know what from, but I’m not allowed out without Blaine. He’s always here. Lash told me he’s the next best Prospect.” Angel rubbed her hands down her thighs.
Blaine was in the kitchen making another coffee for them both. They were playing cards, and he’d given her some privacy to make her phone call.
“Dad is going to drive Eva away. I know he is. I’ve seen her looking at other job vacancies. I can’t blame her. I love her like a Mom, but she’s only my nanny. I’m too old to have a nanny,” Tate said. “So, anyway, how are things going with the stud muffin? I’ve heard he can be a bit of an animal, which is totally gross because I see him as a brother, but I’m trying to be supportive.”
Laughing, Angel smiled at Blaine as he brought their coffees through. “He’s perfect. I can’t fault him, and I’m not going to go into details, Tate. He’s like a brother to you, and I’m not keen on telling you everything.”
“Spoil-sport.”
She heard Tate sigh.
“I can’t stand this. I want to see you. I know it has only been a couple of days since I’ve last seen you, but I need some more company. Eva would like to meet you as well.”