“They’ll flip when you turn up. You’re the little biker princess, Tate.”
“I’m a woman, and I intend to be treated like one.”
Angel moved from the sofa into the kitchen to see how the stew was coming along.
“Don’t you think you’re acting a little drastic? I mean, it could blow up in your face if you’re not careful.”
Tate let out a sigh. “Can I be real honest with you?”
“Of course, we’re friends.”
“I fell really hard for Murphy when he was a Skull. I mean, I had this sick as f**k crush on him, and I’d do anything to gain his attention. It wasn’t about who he was or what he could do. He was the first guy to show any interest in me. Everyone’s terrified of my Dad, and that just plain sucks.” Angel heard the sadness over the phone. “Then I found out he was a disloyal bastard and changed sides. He’s been part of the Lions for a few years. Seeing him brings back all the shit I felt for him.”
Angel listened as Tate bawled her eyes out over the phone. “I feel like a pathetic person. Do you think I’m pathetic?”
“No,” Angel said, meaning it. “You allowed yourself to reach out to someone else, and they didn’t want you. I don’t think you’re pathetic. If anything, I imagine you’ll be more cautious.”
“Murphy didn’t even say goodbye. I mean, what could I have meant to him if I didn’t even register in his shit little mind?”
Angel had noticed her friend got more vocal in her curse words when she was hurt.
“He’s a complete dick for not treating you right, Tate.”
Tate chuckled. “Hearing you say dick is kind of strange.”
Rolling her eyes, Angel pulled the lid off the casserole and gave it a stir.
“From what I’ve been told I need to prepare myself for tomorrow. I don’t think I’ll ever be prepared.”
“Have you ever seen a p**n film?” Tate asked.
“No.”
“Seriously? You’ve never seen people f**king or anything?”
“I’ve seen a couple of the members going at it but nothing explicit.”
Silence fell over the line. “Wow, okay this is going to be a real eye-opener for you. The club has its own set of rules. Whatever goes down there sort of stays down there.”
“Okay, please just tell me what’s going on so I stop worrying. The way you and Lash talk I’m starting to think sacrifices, mass murder, and all kinds of things go on at these functions.”
“Fucking, sharing, all kinds of nasty sex goes down. The members share the sweet-butts, and they don’t always do it behind closed doors. All kinds of sex you can think of, anal, oral, and normal. Use your imagination, and it’s happening.”
“Wait, if you’ve never been to one then how do you know what happens?” Angel asked. Her hands were shaking, partly in fear and partly in excitement. What had happened to her? Lash had awakened something inside her, and now she couldn’t shut it down. She felt controlled by it and not in a great way.
“Murphy told me. He was part of the party scenes. I complained about not going, and he told me straight everything that happened. He even showed me a video he’d taken on his cell phone of a woman being f**ked in the ass, pu**y, and mouth.”
“I’m not ready for this,” Angel said. “Lash and I haven’t even done anything. I’ve never done anything with anyone else. I don’t know what to do.”
Panic clawed at her. She was so scared of everything that might happen she didn’t even hear him come home. Lash took the phone out of her hand and placed it against his ear.
“I’m telling your father about this, Tate. My woman is petrified, and you’re the one to blame.” He listened for a few seconds and then shook his head. “No, I’ll handle Angel.” He pressed a button on the phone then placed it on the counter. “Tate shouldn’t have been telling you anything of what’s going on.”
“You’re taking me there tomorrow night. Don’t you think I have a right to be prepared?” she asked. He moved her away from the stove and picked her up onto the counter. Even with her sat on the kitchen counter he was taller than her. It wasn’t fair. He could distract her so easily and take away the concerns even though she was petrified of what might or might not happen.
“I can’t tell you everything that happens because every party I’ve been to has been different. Yes, a girl was f**ked by three men at the same time at one party, but the same woman didn’t make an appearance at the next one. Everything is different. The men are different, and they change their minds to what they like or don’t like.” He started unbuttoning her shirt until he tugged it from her body.
Lash flicked the clasp of her bra open, and her br**sts hung free. He cupped them in his hands before leaning down to take one nipple into his mouth. She cried out from the instant pleasure as he sucked on one of the buds. He moved to the other bud lavishing attention to both her ni**les. Heat pooled between her thighs from his gentle suction on her br**sts. When he touched her pu**y, Angel knew she’d be dripping wet. There was no stopping her reaction to him.
He’d made her feel so much in a short time that she couldn’t even think straight. She’d never had sex, yet she was sharing Lash’s bed. He wouldn’t let her sleep anywhere else but by his side, naked. Lash also hated clothes. No matter what she wore the minute they were alone he got her naked. She wasn’t allowed to wear clothes in his presence, or at least that’s the way he’d left her feeling.
His hands fell to her skirt, and in quick time that followed her shirt and bra along with the small panties she wore. “I don’t know why you bother with underwear.”
“I’m not used to not wearing any,” she said.
“Well you better start getting used to not wearing any. I’m going to rip the shit out of them, and then you’ll have no choice but to go bare.” His palm settled on her pu**y. “When are you going to get this baby waxed?” he asked.
“Tate has booked us both an appointment for tomorrow morning. She knows a place in town that’s good.” She hated the conversation she’d had with Tate over getting her waxed. It was completely embarrassing and humiliating, but she’d done what he asked, and tomorrow she was getting her pubic hair removed.
“Good, I’ll have Prospect Steven accompany both of you,” Lash said, going down to his knees in front of her.